January 2011 Entries
A rarely sighted bird is the Jingle Whoo. Once seen in parliament across the white tipped and blanketed hills,vales and woodlands of JingleNog, the Jingle Whoo who possesses a uniquely distinct falsetto’d whoo never was fond of an audience. Preferring solitude or to rest in the silent company of a Pinus Flakius, Pladius or Stripius the Jingle Whoos would upon request whoo for visitors. At first the demand was spotty but as word spread of the operatic quality of their whoos they were soon whooing often, too often for them. They moved further and further in the depths of...
Oh, pure golden one,
of pear and partridge all in one,
your sweet tinkling sound gathers us round to see,
how you might sing high up upon the Christmas tree.
Oh bird in pyrus of golden body, eye and wing,
It is of you that we do now here sing.
Shine bright, ever bright, Oh pyrus, oh pair as one,
remind us of the starry night from many moons ago,
when all the stars hung in the sky so low, heaven and earth were in harmony, and all did glow.
The north star they say has never been as bright,
as on that special sacred night,
Travelling across several time zones by zeppelin from Zambia each year, Zed steals the show by show by parachuting into the center ring as the zenith of Act I for JingleNog’s Holiday Zoo Play.
With a zeal and zest for life that is hard to match, our zany zebra—Zed’s zippy showmanship is un-paralleled. This xylophone playing champion skater zigzags across the ice faster than any zamboni or Ziegfeld folly ever could. Going from zero to a zillion miles per hour Zed zips where others would zag, usually while skating to his favorite Zydeco tune – “Zinc de zodiac zinnias...
Have you heard of the WeihnachtenGurke?
It is one of the many traditions and legends of the tannenbaum. Said to be a German tradition, the pickle is the last ornament placed on the tree on Christmas eve. The first child to find the pickle receives a special gift and the first adult to spot the pickle legend has it is blessed with a year of good fortune. The tradition of the essigurke or the Dillbert as we call it here in JingleNog is pure pickle family fun.
Smiling always with a smirk, our Dill is akin to all of...
Nicholas de Serce’s rosy cheeks do ever glow both from the strength of his own warm heart and the weight of his coat of love’s precious metals. This gentle saint is ever kind, he listens always for all that pine, with his face to the wind, he tends to all, to warm, to pair, to care, or repair, our Nicholas de Serce is always there.
No arrows or bows, he travels carrying only a lantern that glows. This Nicholas brings warmth, and love’s pure light to every welcoming heart, hearth and home. Cupid to some, Eros to others, our...
Maddy lived high in the mountains far away from villages, cities or towns. Our sweet woodland snow thing refused to do the Snow Thing and growl. Unlike his relatives, forebears and the others of his kind this Snow Thing did not want to create a ruckus or even a stir. He preferred to collect pinecones and berries to make wreaths with all year. He once saw the tree lights way down in the center of a small town and heard the sound of carols as all gathered round. He headed down closer, hoping to join in but no sooner...