Hamburger
I wonder if Humbug and Hamburg have any relation? I mean, if so, and the hamburger came from Hamburg, then we could all be saying humbugger instead of hamburger and it would mean the same thing.
Anyway, here are the promised photos of the Christmas tree. It looks much the same as it did last year.
To tell you the truth...not to banish your romantic notions about wonderfully Christmassy times around the hearth decorating the family Christmas tree, this tree was decorated upon sporadic urge in a frozen, dismal and messy room, usually by one person at a time who was given the lonely, scroogey job for "work time"...a terrible thing. So this year's yuletide gaiety was wasted during work time, and the tree came out looking very uninspirational...and somehow it doesn't inspire the same nostalgic feeling as it did the other years.
If you really want to romanticize, here's the Christmas tree creating a beautiful silhouette of Steve's feet (and dirty socks from being out all day for our shows at the Children's Hospital). Romanticize THAT.
Here's Rick, Abner (the stable hand) and I playing a game of "spinning balls" as Abner fitly called it. Gabe and Win would remember, but I doubt if anyone else has seen this obscure game before. This is just like...30 minutes ago. We're all wiped and chilling after a long day.
And behold, the following photo has kind of a romantic quality to it...it's one of our cathedral light-houses next to an age-old picture of some good Shiz days, the Minato Gumbu team posing with the Mayor of Yaizu. GOOD TIMES.
Anyway, here are the promised photos of the Christmas tree. It looks much the same as it did last year.
To tell you the truth...not to banish your romantic notions about wonderfully Christmassy times around the hearth decorating the family Christmas tree, this tree was decorated upon sporadic urge in a frozen, dismal and messy room, usually by one person at a time who was given the lonely, scroogey job for "work time"...a terrible thing. So this year's yuletide gaiety was wasted during work time, and the tree came out looking very uninspirational...and somehow it doesn't inspire the same nostalgic feeling as it did the other years.
If you really want to romanticize, here's the Christmas tree creating a beautiful silhouette of Steve's feet (and dirty socks from being out all day for our shows at the Children's Hospital). Romanticize THAT.
Here's Rick, Abner (the stable hand) and I playing a game of "spinning balls" as Abner fitly called it. Gabe and Win would remember, but I doubt if anyone else has seen this obscure game before. This is just like...30 minutes ago. We're all wiped and chilling after a long day.
And behold, the following photo has kind of a romantic quality to it...it's one of our cathedral light-houses next to an age-old picture of some good Shiz days, the Minato Gumbu team posing with the Mayor of Yaizu. GOOD TIMES.
posted by Florence at 10:03 PM
3 comments:
i am romanticised and enamoured..
i'm smelling ramen as well, is that a christmas scent?
your tree actually looks better than ours.
It's only the sheer massive size that makes it look nice.
Nah, actually...it's pretty nice. I like it too.
Beautiful. And hey, we've got one of those fiber-optic cathedrals, too! (Must've come from u guys.) I think it's pretty, but spooks me out a bit when it turns red in the dark.
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