Wednesday, November 30, 2011

The Haunted Christmas Tree Forest

This is the haunted Christmas tree forest ~ the place where and ghosts and spirits gather on cold long winter nights.

They decorate the trees of the forest with snowflakes and icicles, then dust them with frost.

Many think the sound they hear is the winter wind blowing but it is, in fact, the carols of the sprits, sung around the glowing trees.

They sing of Christmases long past and ponder who will join them for next year's celebration.

Ghosts of Christmas Past, Christmas Future, and Christmas Present are always there.

Then, as the winds die down, all the spirits return to their secret haunts to celebrate in their own way.

Listen carefully and you may hear them this holiday season.

A bracelet of sterling silver, with a sterling silver Christmas tree charm, lampwork glass ghosts and skulls, flowers, trees and Christmas bells of pressed glass and crystal, each wire wrapped with sterling silver wire.  The bracelet has an inside diameter of approximately 7".

Cost is $99.  Shipping is free within the US and Canada.  For shipping elsewhere, please inquire by leaving a comment.

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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

The Lights of Hannukah on a (Nearly) Worldess Tuesday

Yaacov Agam’s World Largest Hanukkah Menorah
Lights Up New York City


 Washington, D.C. Menorah

Rabbi Shimon Freundlich, Chabad representative to Beijing,
lights the menorah at the Great Wall of China


As Jews around the world celebrate Hanukkah, menorahs are burning in a surprising corner of the world: Iran.

The Light of Hanukkah Menorahs shall Shine all over Russia 

Menorahs from West Orange... in Alaska

Hanukkah on etsy

Hanukkah on eBay

Monday, November 28, 2011

The Pig

The Pig

by Ogden Nash

The pig, if I am not mistaken,

Supplies us sausage, ham, and bacon.

Let others say his heart is big --

I call it stupid of the pig.

A passel of very intelligent pigs can be found in my eBay shop and my etsy shop.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Christmas Dog

by Shel Silverstein

Tonight’s my first night as a watchdog,
And here it is Christmas Eve.
The children are sleepin’ all cozy upstairs,
While I’m guardin’ the stockin’s and tree.

What’s that now--footsteps on the rooftop?
Could it be a cat or a mouse?
Who’s this down the chimney?
A thief with a beard--
And a big sack for robbin’ the house?

I’m barkin’ I’m growlin’ I’m bittin’ his butt.
He howls and jumps back in his sleigh.
I scare his strange horses, they leap in the air.
I’ve frightened the whole bunch away.

Now the house is all peaceful and quiet again,
The stockin’s are safe as can be.
Won’t the kiddies be glad when they wake up tomorrow
And see how I’ve guarded the tree. 

 Dog charms on eBay.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

The Buddha Story Continues ~ an Unexpected Sight

The King still wanted to be certain that his son would not see anything on his trip that might disturb his mind, because that might make him want to leave the kingdom and follow the holy life.

The day before the Prince was scheduled to travel to the city, the King sent his servants and soldiers out with this message: "By order of the King! Tomorrow the royal Prince Siddhartha will visit the capital city of Kapilavastu. Decorate your houses and the streets and let everything be colorful in his honor. Let those who are sick or old or in any way unhealthy stay indoors tomorrow. Nothing should be seen in the city that is not young and fair and beautiful."

Then, as gently as they could, the soldiers took all the street beggars and brought them to a part of the city that was not on the prince's route. 

When the morning came, Channa, the charioteer, groomed the Prince's favorite horse, Kantaka.  Then, with his royal passenger aboard, he drove out through the palace gates.  It was the first time the Prince had seen Kapilavatu since he was a small child, and it was the first that the most of the citizens of the city had ever seen their Prince.  Everyone was excited and the people lined the festively decorated streets to catch a glimpse of the handsome young prince.

"How tall and good looking he is!" they exclaimed.

"How bright his eyes are!"

"We are indeed fortunate that someday he will be our king."

The prince was delighted, as well.  The city shone bright and clean.  Everywhere he saw people dancing and laughing and cheering.  The streets were covered with flower petals thrown by his joyful subjects.  "The song was true," he  thought to himself.  "This is indeed a golden, beautiful and wondrous city!"

As they continued along the planned route, the Prince saw a sad person in the crowd.  He was old and bent.  The Prince had never seen anything like this before.  He turned to Channa and asked, "Who is that person over there? Why is he stooped over and not dancing?  Why is his face wrinkled and pale, rather than smooth and shining?  Why is he so different?"

Channa replied, "That is just an old man."

"Old?" the Prince asked. "Was this man 'old' like this before, or did 'old' happen to him recently?"

"Neither," Channa answered. "Many years ago that wrinkled man was young and strong like the others you see.  Slowly he grew weak.  His body bent, the colors faded from his cheeks, he lost most of his teeth, until finally he looked as he looks now."

Siddhartha was both surprised and saddened.  "Is that poor man the only one suffering the weakness of old age? Or are there others like him?"

"Surely you know, O Prince, that everyone must experience old age," Channa said. "You, me, your wife Yasodhara, Rahula... everyone at the palace... We are all growing older every moment. Someday most of us will look like that man."

These words shocked the gentle Prince and for the longest time he did not speak.  Finally he cleared his throat.  "Chana," he said, "I have seen something today that I never expected to see. In the midst of all these happy young people this vision of old age frightens me.  Please turn the chariot back to the palace.  I am no longer enjoying this day.  I wish to see no more."

When they arrived back at the palace, the Prince hurried to his room without speaking to anyone.  For a long time, he sat by himself.  Everyone noticed his strange behavior and tried to cheer him up, but nothing helped.

At dinner he did not touch of his food, even though is was a meal unsurpassed in excellence. He paid no attention to the music or the dancing.  He just sat by himself, thinking about old age.

And he knew that he needed to go out into the world again, and see more.

Next time, The Second Journey.

If you missed the earlier chapters, they can be found here:

Birthday of the Buddha
The Buddha Story Continued
The Young Prince
The Marriage Contest
The Pleasure Palaces
A Song Of Beauty

Buddha charms here.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Why My Kitties are Not Good Christmas Kitties

They use the tree as a scratching post.

They eat wrapping paper, and have a fondness for the flavor of ribbon.

Edible gifts beneath the tree must be torn open and explored.

Blown glass Christmas balls make cool roll-y toys.

Water in the tree's dish is tastier than their own.

Batting at dangling ornaments passes the time nicely.

Christmas stockings were meant to be napped and shed upon.

Small ornaments can be dropped down the floor heater.

They drink Santa's glass of milk and give Santa's cookie to the dog.


Though they deny it, one of them pooped in the fireplace.

This did not stop them from asking for catnip, laser pointers, and a box of See's Mouse Heads for Christmas.
 Good Christmas kitties can be found in my eBay Christmas store and my etsy Christmas store.
 Now tell me why your kitties are not good Christmas kitties.