I wish our American friends and neighbours a Happy Thanksgiving, and especially a Happy Thanksgiving to all the lovely bloggers whom I’ve come to know through WP.
No matter which side of the border we are on, we have a terrific lot to be thankful for.
I hope you have a good day, whether you are enjoying a feast or just eating a sandwich.
🦃
Summer reflected in the bounty of fall.
Happy Thanksgiving.
I am away in the far north at the moment: 68° north latitude, to be exact, in Inuvik, Northwest Territories.
We are in between the national days of Canada and the United States, so, I hope all you Canucks had a fabulous Canada Day, 🇨🇦 and to our great American cousins, I hope you have a brilliant July Fourth 🇺🇸.
Happy Fireworks Days!
Have a very happy Valentine’s day. 🙂
And now … the moment that no one has been waiting for! It’s Twisted Seasonal Sing-Song Time!!!
Good King Donnie T (to the tune of Good King Wenceslas; arr. L. d’Arty-Cross)
Good king Donnie T looked out
On the Feast of Stealing,
When the snow lay round about,
Deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone Till’s head that night,
Though ole Don was cru-el,
When poor Comey came in sight,
Gathering cabinet fu-u-el.
Jingle Coins (arr. L. d’Arty-Cross)
Jingle coins, jingle coins,
Jingling all the way,
Oh what fun it is to see the money stacked like hay – yay!
Jingle coins, jingle coins,
Jingling all the way,
Buy it all for Donnie dear
And sign your life away!
Donnie the Red-Handed Conman (arr. L. d’Arty-Cross)
Donnie the red-handed conman,
Had a very tiny dick,
But if you ever saw it, you would need to have a drink
All of the other presidents, used to bow and scrape and wink
They wouldn’t bar ole Donnie, from a little pressy dink
Then one smoggy Christmas day, Mueller came to say, Donnie with your hand so bright, won’t you join my cell tonight?
Then all the presidents dropped him, they went and checked their banks with care. They couldn’t believe he’d had them, even though they took their share!
And many other old favourites … 😉
My apologies (condolences?) to my American brethren for my references to your president. However, I just couldn’t help myself … 😉
I have much to be grateful for.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. 🙂
At this time of year, there’s always a fight with the fruitcake gods … or whatever, so I dug up this old piece 😉 from three years ago.
I have an uneasy relationship with fruitcakes.
You know, the stuff you eat. Well, I suppose you eat it. I mean, from what I’ve heard, no one eats it. It gets shoved into the back of some cupboard, or into the corner of a freezer, and there it stays until is discovered, like an Indiana Jones artifact. You have to dig it out with a pick.
And by then, it will have acquired the density of a hockey puck.
But my questions is, if so many people hate it, why does it keep showing up on store shelves? Somebody must be buying this dreck.
And what about the people who make them?
If you stop and think about it, there’s an awful lot of fruitcake around at this time of the year, and if you can find one person who says he or she likes it, then you’re farther…
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