The Zoomlians give to you: the latest 12 Days of Christmas!
Sunday, December 31, 2017
Saturday, December 30, 2017
Friday, December 29, 2017
Thursday, December 28, 2017
Wednesday, December 27, 2017
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Monday, December 25, 2017
Sunday, December 24, 2017
Poem of the Week: The House of Christmas
The House of Christmas
by GK Chesterton (1874–1936)
There fared a mother driven forth
Out of an inn to roam;
In the place where she was homeless
All men are at home.
The crazy stable close at hand,
With shaking timber and shifting sand,
Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand
Than the square stones of Rome.
For men are homesick in their homes,
And strangers under the sun,
And they lay on their heads in a foreign land
Whenever the day is done.
Here we have battle and blazing eyes,
And chance and honour and high surprise,
But our homes are under miraculous skies
Where the yule tale was begun.
A Child in a foul stable,
Where the beasts feed and foam;
Only where He was homeless
Are you and I at home;
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago!
In a place no chart nor ship can show
Under the sky's dome.
This world is wild as an old wives' tale,
And strange the plain things are,
The earth is enough and the air is enough
For our wonder and our war;
But our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings
And our peace is put in impossible things
Where clashed and thundered unthinkable wings
Round an incredible star.
To an open house in the evening
Home shall men come,
To an older place than Eden
And a taller town than Rome.
To the end of the way of the wandering star,
To the things that cannot be and that are,
To the place where God was homeless
And all men are at home.
HT: Journey with Jesus
by GK Chesterton (1874–1936)
There fared a mother driven forth
Out of an inn to roam;
In the place where she was homeless
All men are at home.
The crazy stable close at hand,
With shaking timber and shifting sand,
Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand
Than the square stones of Rome.
For men are homesick in their homes,
And strangers under the sun,
And they lay on their heads in a foreign land
Whenever the day is done.
Here we have battle and blazing eyes,
And chance and honour and high surprise,
But our homes are under miraculous skies
Where the yule tale was begun.
A Child in a foul stable,
Where the beasts feed and foam;
Only where He was homeless
Are you and I at home;
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago!
In a place no chart nor ship can show
Under the sky's dome.
This world is wild as an old wives' tale,
And strange the plain things are,
The earth is enough and the air is enough
For our wonder and our war;
But our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings
And our peace is put in impossible things
Where clashed and thundered unthinkable wings
Round an incredible star.
To an open house in the evening
Home shall men come,
To an older place than Eden
And a taller town than Rome.
To the end of the way of the wandering star,
To the things that cannot be and that are,
To the place where God was homeless
And all men are at home.
HT: Journey with Jesus
Monday, December 18, 2017
Poem of the Week: Nativity
Sunday, December 10, 2017
Poem of the Week: More Advent
The Wicked Fairy at the Manger
No wife, kids, home;
No money sense. Unemployable.
Friends, yes. But the wrong sort -
The workshy, women, wogs,
Petty infringers of the law, persons
With notifiable diseases,
Poll tax collectors, tarts;
The bottom rung.
........His end?
I think we'll make it
Public, prolonged, painful.
Right, said the baby. That was roughly
What we had in mind.
U. A. Fanthorpe ('Christmas Poems - BC:AD', Peterloo Poets)
HT: ReSource
Friday, December 1, 2017
7 Complicated Advent Preps
So, it's farewell to The Glorious Turkey and all the gourds and pumpkins, and hello to all the Advent stuff!
The thing to keep in mind is that we have now been doing the Advent thing with kids for 20 years. In the beginning, I was looking for Advent stuff to do that would be meaningful, helpful, and fun.
Now we have the weight of Tradition, as well as the "need" to have 6 small things to do each day so each kid can do an Advent thing each day. Also, I've done it so long, it's easy for me.
Do what I did: if it looks like fun, and not too much work, try it. If it doesn't, smile and nod.
This is what it looks like for us.
Kid 1: Open a door on the Advent House. Inside, there are 6 pieces of candy, and a Playmobil Advent piece to put in the stable.
Yeah, the sheep is in the attic. The kid decides where to put it.
Kid 2: Find and place the Jesse Tree ornament while I read the scripture passages.
You can find all sorts of sources for Jesse Tree scripture and ornaments. My set are from an ornament swap organized years ago by my friend Jolene - this means I have a set of cool and creative ornaments while only having had to come up with one good idea.
As they've broken or gotten lost, we've been replacing them with shrinky dinks. Not as cool, but doable.
Kid 3: Opens the day's flap on the paper calendar.
I thought we would reuse last year's 3D calendar, pictured here on the fish tank, but, at the last minute, they decided to go with a round one I had on hand.
Kid 4: Lights and blows out the Advent candles and does the felt calendar.
Back in the day, it was just blowing out the candles, you know, before we trusted the kids with producing fire!
Kid 5: Chooses a book to unwrap.
We have
Most are religious, but some are secular, and you never quite know what you are picking!
I've found it's a good way to make sure we actually get to all of them. As an extra bonus, it's good training for how to politely receive and unwrap gifts, as well as what to do with the paper afterwards...
Kid 6: Chooses and places an ornament.
This is one of the favorite Advent tasks!
They aren't tree ornaments, they are decorations. It's a lovely, no stress way to decorate, and I love it that the house gets slowly more decorated as Advent goes on!
Kid 7: Well, there is no 7 to do another task, but we all do little acts of love and kindness to soften our hearts for Baby Jesus' arrival.
That's our crib (next to Love, our parakeet!), and we put a piece of hay in every time we pray, sacrifice, or make little act of love.
Extra bonus: If you don't have time for a complicated Advent, here's yesterday's Easy Advent Prep:
A Christmas Kit
More Advent stuff with Kelly and the Quick Takers (sounds like a band...).
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