Sam-ism

I started getting a scratchy throat on Sunday.
By Monday night, it wasn't scratchy, it was sore.
On the way to drop Sam off at my mom and dad's house
yesterday morning, he was steering clear of me.

"Oh no, mom. I don't want to catch it."
I assured him that just being in the car with me would
not give him my impending cold and sore throat.

As we reached the turn to Nana and Papa's house
and I was yawning from a restless night's sleep,
I saw him suddenly cover his nose and mouth with
his sweatshirt. I turned to look at him and was
starting to ask him what he was doing, when he looked
over at me and said, "Oh, no! Yawns are contagious!"

That's my boy... and indeed they are, though at
that point I didn't feel like explaining what
the expression actually means.

Blooms in December

I looked off the deck the other day and saw
this Camellia chock full of blooms!
It always surprises me to see it, even
when I know that they bloom in the winter.
It still always seems so incongruous with the weather.
What a lovely surprise to look forward to each year!

All the way from South Africa

My friend Rosie, who is English, lives in Munich, Germany.
She recently took a long awaited trip to South Africa with her sweetheart.
I have been so looking forward to hearing all about it,
and was tickled pink to receive a Christmas package from her
with a note to say, "When I saw these on our trip, I knew I
had to get them just for you!"
Enclosed were these beautiful note cards featuring birds of Africa!
She also enclosed a 2009 Bird Calendar of South Africa.
My, but they are so unique and beautiful!
I will be hard pressed to want to part with any of them,
and in fact, am entertaining just framing them in a collage.

Sipping with my friends

I received another really special Christmas gift this year.
My dear friend Anne is such a creative gift giver and
when I opened a beautifully wrapped gift from her,
my jaw dropped and I grinned widely.
She took the time to upload a myriad of my bird photos
to Snapfish, and had them create this one of a kind mug
for me, surrounded by my beautiful bird friends!
What a wonderful surprise and simply one of the most
thoughtful gifts ever. Thanks SO much my friend!

Merry Christmas to me!

Wow!
Uh, have I mentioned that come April I am going
to meet up with many Bloggers I've grown to know
and love at the New River Birding and Nature Festival?
I knew that I would need a better pair of binocs,
and so hubby decided Christmas would be a great time
to get me a dream pair of binocs that would allow me to
see that elusive warbler from across a field!
I opened my Christmas present from him and squealed!
A beautiful pair of Vortex Viper 10 x 42 binocs. Wahooo!
Life is good.
I can see clearly now!

The true meaning of Christmas

He came to the Wound Center on Tuesday for his regular appointment. We've been seeing Mr. B on and off for a good while, and he's endeared himself to us all. He is always jovial, always joking and laughing, and always appreciative of what we do for him to heal a chronic venous ulcer on his left leg. I've had many good conversations with him about a number of things regarding life and how we can choose our attitudes.

But Tuesday was different. Our tech Cindy was doing his dressing and I shouted out and waved as I passed by the room. He smiled wanly and waved back. I thought it odd. In a bit, Cindy came out of the room to the nurse's station with tears in her eyes, and said, "OK, we have to do something. Mr. B's electricity was turned off this week, and he stayed in a shelter last night. He's had no work for two weeks (he's a welder), and if he does not pay $150 by Friday, he'll have to pay an additional $300 for another deposit." No one said a word. These glorious people I work with started moving towards their lockers and pocketbooks. Two left to run down to the ATM in the hospital. By the time we'd all contributed what we could, out came the calculator. In ten minutes time, the eight of us present had thrown in $254 which was placed in an envelope.

We walked as a group into the exam room, surrounded him, and sang, "We wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!" Tina presented the envelope to him and we told him to go get his lights turned back on. He sat, fully stunned, with tears in his eyes. He looked up and said, "God is good, and today He let me know that I do have friends and everything will be alright."

And THAT my friends, is what Christmas is all about...

Christmas is here

Our Christmas Eve service last night was beautiful.
Our communion anthem, In the bleak midwinter,
done a Capella, was beautiful. Several members were fighting
head colds and so some odd notes were struck
here and there, but for the most part, we sang from our hearts.

I wanted to post a clip of it, but could not find a way to upload
the file attached to a music player. There are just no
words to describe being in the middle of a group
of people and raising your voices in song,
especially when it celebrates such a special time.

Christmas blessings to all...

Merry Christmas to all!

~~~ Merry Christmas!! ~~~

May your Christmas be filled with love and joy
and may the coming year be blessed for you and yours.

Busy feeders

Now that it's a wee bit colder outside.... 24 yesterday,
the bird activity has really picked up!
It's so good to see the regulars along with
the Pine Warblers and other seasonal
visitors enjoying some seed.
This squawker came flying in and everyone
else scattered up in the trees for a bit.

Pure sweetness

Is there anything sweeter than the Chippies?
I adore this photo.
It was as if they lined up on the Zebra grass
just for me and my happiness.

Books, book, wonderful books

As a child, I can vividly remember Saturday mornings, when my dad would take my sister and me to the "Bookmobile" parked at a local strip mall. It was the outreach project of the downtown library to take books in this silver Airstream trailer-like structure out to the suburbs. We'd climb in, find the children's book section and then plop on the floor to look through the treasures of books we might like to check out. The librarian would then pull the card from the back of the book, take our library card, and then scan it to record the check out. Remember the sound of that scanner as she held the back of the book open? I can still smell the smell of that Bookmobile to this day. There is nothing better for me than walking into a bookstore. Reading has been a huge part of my life since.

But, lately, it seems that life and stuff is getting in the way. I start books, and then put them down for a week it seems. I'll start another one, and do the same. It's as if there is not enough time in the day to sit and read. I've started, but not finished, all four of the above books. It's frustrating to me why I've gotten off track so with my passion for reading, and it's a bit embarrassing as well. I'll buy more and more books, and though I mean to read them, I just don't seem to get around to starting them, or at the very least, finishing them if I do start!

I miss my reading time. I miss books. I miss being carried away to a different time and place and know I simply must learn to fit the time into my day. It enriches my life so much when I am immersed in a good read.

The passage below is from Anne Lamott's Bird by Bird, and pretty much sums it up....

"Because for some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die. They are full of all the things that you don't get in real life -- wonderful, lyrical language, for instance, right off the bat. And quality of attention; we may notice amazing details during the course of a day but we rarely let ourselves stop and really pay attention. An author makes you notice, makes you pay attention, and this is a great gift. My gratitude for good writing is unbounded; I'm grateful for it the way I'm grateful for the ocean. Aren't you? I ask."

Wet wings

This morning, when I went out to get the paper, it was raining... again.
It has rained or drizzled probably 13 of the past 20 days.
We've seen no sun in... well, it feels like weeks.
As I headed into the garage, I noticed this sweet Towhee in the crepe myrtle,
soaking wet, and hanging there in surrender.
I loved the way the shot I got captured the water on his back.
He was motionless and probably feeling as drab as me
that the sun is hiding these winter days.

Or so I thought!

You Know a Lot About Christmas

You got 7/10 correct You know tons about the history and traditions surrounding Christmas. When you celebrate the holidays, you never forget their true meaning - or all the little fun details. Random Christmas fact: Some people believe that all animals can speak on Christmas Eve. But it's bad luck to test this superstition.

How Much Do You Know About Christmas?

A lesson in patience

I got this in an email from hubby's sweet 78 year old aunt....

~~~~~~~~

A lady was videotaping her son riding a skate board
when her attention switched to an older woman trying
to cross the street and a rather impatient motorist.

He was a bit too impatient for her taste and she retaliated
by smacking the front of his expensive car. You can hear
the lady with the camera giggling as she records the event.

It's a quick one but you will get a good laugh...
Yep, his air bag deployed also!

The lesson? Don't honk at old people!

Bits and Pieces

When I was going to a chiropractor with an arm injury earlier this year, I picked up an issue of Bits and Pieces to read. It's a wonderful publication with uplifting stories and quotes. I keep an issue in my car and read them as I wait for Sam at school. Yesterday, this particular story made me smile and I wanted to share...

Josh spent his vacations working with a charity that built housing in underdeveloped countries. During one project, a few children from the local village kept visiting the camp where the volunteers stayed. One boy, Obioma, had especially endeared himself to the workers. He was always cheerful, and always eager to help in whatever way he could.

But Josh noticed that Obioma wore the same dingy shirt every day. So when the camp received a clothes donation from a church, Josh rummaged through the boxes until he found three "new" shirts for Obioma. They'd be a little big on the kid, but he'd grow into them.

Josh gave Obioma the clothing. In return, Obioma gave Josh a big hug and a broad smile. Then he took off.

The next day, Josh noticed the shirts he'd just given Obioma on two older boys. How that had happened began to worry him. When he finally saw the little boy, he said, "Those gifts were for you Obioma, so you'd have a change of clothes."

The youngster replied, "But Mr. Josh, you gave me so many!"

That's when Josh realized that you don't need to have a lot in order to share. Just a heart and mind open enough to see other people's needs.

Adapted from More Random Acts of Kindness
Conari Press

Christmas welcome

For some reason, I just didn't feel like going all out with the decorating this year. So, I simply put the 4' lighted tree on the porch, hung the garland around the door, put the wreath up, and added some red bows to the evergreens in the planters. Not much to be sure, but hopefully a nice Christmas welcome to the door.

It's the spirit inside that welcomes the most... in our hearts.

Coventry Carol

The Cambridge Singers from YouTube

Yesterday at church, we sang this same rendition of the beautiful Coventry Carol (Second Version) a Capella. I can't even properly describe how our voices blended in parts to create such a magical sound. After church, people came up to us all to say how hauntingly beautiful it was. A member of the big (and wealthy) Episcopal Church choir in downtown City by the River attended our service, and was also moved. So moved, in fact, that he shall be joining us next week as he's been looking for a new choir to join. And so it grows... :c)

Things I've done meme...

Borrowed from Lynne and Laura, and... anyone else who played.
Things I've done highlighted.
Wow. Only 36 out of 100... seems I've got some living to do.
I did get a letter this week congratulating me on being a 7 gallon blood donor, so maybe that's extra credit on #64?

1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland/world
8. Climbed a mountain (actually hiked up a mountain)
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang/played a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David in person
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Gotten flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Made a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
100. Gotten a speeding ticket

Welcome Diane!

I've come to know a new bird blogger!
Diane has wanted to create a backyard
bird sanctuary forever, and has finally taken
the plunge! I love reading about her day to
day excitement in finding new visitors to her feeders.
When gravity gave her a broken seed wreath
she smartly found another way to offer it up!

Welcome Diane to the bird blogging fold!

The Church Ad Project

The Church Ad Project started as a way to
give churches access to quality, thought provoking
advertising. I love many of their posters and print
media items, and Episcopal churches I've been to
seem to use a good number of their products.

These posters are especially appropriate for this time of year
when the focus on the shopping frenzy seems to get
rather muddled with the reason for the season
observation of Christ's birth.

(Of course, this is just this one Blogger's
very humble opinion with a disclaimer that
people can celebrate whatever their hearts tell
them to and I am happy, happy for them regardless.)
Whew.

My 5 greatest joys in nature

(A wren for Wren!)

Wren tagged me for a meme of the 5 greatest joys I find in nature (since we all know I don't have experience with top birding locations...lol), and since I fully can express joy, here they are:

1. The awe and wonder of the colors seen in a sunrise and sunset often leave me speechless. I never feel so small as I do standing and gazing above me.

2. The sight of a nest full of baby birds, and of attentive parents feeding them makes me rejoice in the the strong drive for life and survival.

3. The transition time between winter and spring makes me keenly aware of the need to rest and renew and fills me with anticipation for what I know will come.

4. The privilege of being able to offer fruit and seed to a variety of winged friends, who then allow me to enjoy their visits, fills me with absolute joy and wonderment.

5. Being able to see and find beauty around me in unexpected situations and places, simply because I've taken the time to learn to be aware, enhances my life on a daily basis and makes me never take anything for granted. Nature is such a gift. A priceless gift given for us to nurture, appreciate, and treat gently.

I am tagging anyone who would like to participate!

A favorite ornament

~~~ Mia's Snowman ~~~

Joe Mantegna is a talented actor who played the dad in a favorite show of mine, Joan of Arcadia. I dearly loved that show and was so sad to see it canceled. He also has a daughter with autism. Years ago an ornament, which portrayed his daughter Mia, was created and endorsed by him with the proceeds benefiting the National Alliance for Autism Research.

Mia was born in 1987, and so is now 21 years old. Twenty one years ago, so much less was known about autism, and I can only imagine the difficult road they have traveled. Mr. Mantegna continues to be a vocal advocate for autism treatment and research. When I look at this ornament on the tree, I smile and am thankful for how far we've come, and for the awareness which now exists about the disorder.

Feeling right at home

So Sunday, there I was. Back behind the altar with the choir. Before the service, we practiced the hymns for the second Sunday of Advent... On Jordan's banks... Prepare the way, O Zion... Let us break bread together... From glory to glory advancing.... and Hark! a thrilling voice is sounding (for which I knew the descant, thank you very much). :c) Oh, how good it felt to be up there and fully participating with the others who are also so fed by song. We ran through Gabriel's Message, the anthem for the day, and then it was time to head out for the procession.

When it came time for us to process in singing On Jordan's banks, I was smiling. It felt so good even though I was swallowed in my black cassock and flowing white surplice "borrowed" from another member not present that day. It was a wee bit large on me, but no matter. I've now ordered my very own to have which should fit perfectly. It was sort of an out of body experience in a way being up front with the choir, and yet I felt strangely right at home. My heart was pounding as we stood to sing Gabriel's Message, and any bobbles we had during the practice were but a memory. It was beautiful, truly.

After the service, we met back in the choir room for practice, everyone beaming from having a larger number of singers, and gabbing about how well it went. Once I got home, in the evening, I sat down to write the acting choir director to let him know what a wonderful experience it had been and to also let him know he is doing a wonderful job. He wrote back to say thanks for the kind words and to fill me with more joy by saying that I have a "gorgeous voice" (blushing) and should never have been worried I might not measure up.

Oh, and by the way, just out of curiosity, if he were to make the first verse of In the bleak midwinter, which will be performed on Christmas Eve, a quartet, would I sing the soprano part? I am humbled. Humbled and ready to fully embrace making a joyful noise.

In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen,
Snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter,
Long ago.

Come out, come out, wherever you are!

It dawned on me the other day that I have not
seen even one Red-bellied woodpecker in some time.
I used to have them hanging around all the time,
and even visiting the feeders.
This photo was from last year at this time.
"Ollie ollie oxen free...."

Banjo Bunny.... hop on over!

One of the first blogs I read when I began this journey was a beautiful blog called Visual Voice. I got to know Susan, the talented proprietress, and have enjoyed her beautiful images and the posts she creates which make us all think differently about why we are here and how to find maximum peace and joy.

I was thrilled for her when she launched her e-card web site, Banjo Bunny, and could have her creative talent out there for all to share. Each year on her site, she creates a FREE Advent calendar for everyone to enjoy. You simply must check it out, and while you are there, take a peek at her beautiful and always fun collection of e-cards. Banjo Bunny guarantees a hoppin' good time for all!

On the kitchen table

I saw this sweet, lonely Poinsettia at the garden
store and decided to bring him home with me.
But... what to do for a Christmas type vase?
Hmmmm...
Aha!
Recognize it?
It's an empty "Holiday Kleenex" box!
Works perfectly.
Just sat him down inside it, and had
an instant holiday table!

So, what's your flavor?

When I first started blogging, I only read three or four blogs, and they were blogs started by people on the Beliefnet Anglican/Episcopal message board. I never dreamed of starting a blog of my own until one of those friends (thank you Anne dear) encouraged me to do so. Initially, it was going to be about my faith and life in general. I started to include birds because I loved feeding and watching them in my back yard. I also had developed a budding interest in photographing them, and started sharing a few photos here and there.

Next thing I knew, I got hooked into a stream of "birding and nature" blogs, and soon my reading list and audience grew. We all started visiting each other and leaving comments. Soon, we were like a cyber family. Over the past three years, I've visited and read a lot of blogs. It was not until this past spring that I was introduced to Bloglines (thank you Ginger) and was able to better manage the blogs I read. Only those with updated entries showed up in my Bloglines feed. Whew. That sure helped, as I was no longer spending time going to endless blogs only to see that there was nothing new to see.

To that end, I started thinking about what makes a blog enjoyable for me personally and makes me want to add it to my Bloglines and then put it on my blogroll. This is just my take on things, so please don't take this as anything other than MY experience and opinion. I would love to hear your preferences on what makes you want to return to a blog.

* I love blogs where I get to "know" the person a bit. People who share a bit about themselves and are more open tend to attract me more. I am nothing if not a "people" person. I've seriously quit going to blogs that are pretty, but tell me nothing about the person behind the perfect pictures. I honestly think this is the number one draw for me.

* I love blogs that are updated on some regular basis. I've taken blogs off my list which are only updated every two weeks or every month or so.

* I love a sense of humor. I tend to gravitate towards blogs which make me smile and laugh, especially if I've gotten to "know" the person.

* I also tend to shy away from blogs where people tend to be negative or post only about what stinks in their lives. It's depressing. Don't need it.

* I love blogs that teach me something. Whether about nature, life, or anything. When I leave having learned something new or having a new idea, it feels energizing.

* I have taken blogs off my list which have loud music players on them. I usually am listening to a soothing iTunes selection in the mornings here in the dark with my coffee when I am reading and so immediately turn the players off. Some have had such jarring music though, I quit tuning in all together.

* I enjoy blogs with posts that are not too long. Since I read so many, if I have to spend too much time scrolling, scrolling, scrolling.... only words, words, words, I lose interest and I run out of time for reading others.

* I enjoy pretty layouts and pictures. I almost can't create a post anymore with out some sort of photo or picture graphic. It just seems to make it more interesting and enjoyable somehow.

* I tend to steer clear of blogs that have too busy a layout or wild graphics. If things are flashing or vying for my attention, it's too much of a distraction. If my eyes can't focus on the main body of the blog for all the "stuff" everywhere, it's not pleasant to stay for very long.

So, how about you? What makes a blog enjoyable reading for you?

Dansko soles, meet Merrell

So, here is the truth. Ever since I found Dansko clogs, my feet have worn not much else. Ok, so you can count the LLBean Wicked Good Clogs at home, but most days, I am in my Dansko clogs. I wear a black oiled leather pair to work, and I also have a brown nubuck pair. The sole is heavenly on my feet and I adore them.

However, they simply won't do for hiking in the woods or on trails. And, since I am finally going to be part of the "flock" going to the New River Birding and Nature Festival in April (come on, you know you want to go too, so click on the badge to the right and go register!), I figured I'd best find some appropriate footwear. This is my first birdy adventure out of my backyard, and so I went looking for some comfy hiking type shoes. I found these very cute Merrell hiking shoes and they came in the mail the other day.

Yesterday was my day off and I had boo coos of errands to run. I slipped these babies on yesterday morning and immediately felt the difference from my Dansko soles... not bad, but just... different. But, after wearing them only an hour or so, my soles adjusted and were happy, happy, happy the rest of the day. I made eleven stops and so I was on my feet a good bit. A good start to wearing in my new hiking/WV/loss of bird outing virginity boots!! Yipeeeee!

Walk a mile

At the Community Kitchen in local City by the River, there is a special person, Brother Ron. He is in the Brotherhood of St. Gregory, and his ministry is to the feet of the homeless. He washes and cares for the feet of those who walk many miles in their worn out shoes.

At Christmas time, he asks area churches to consider donating shoes and socks so that the homeless can have warm and dry feet for the winter. Such a simple, but often overlooked necessity.

On Sunday, I was at the Dollar General store and found these Jerzees men's Thermal Socks. Two pairs for only $4. I purchased as many as I could hold in my arms. For the price of a Starbucks creation, you can put warm socks on two homeless people.

"Whatever you do for the least of these, you do for me." Go ahead. Walk a mile in their shoes...

And in I walked...

I've previously posted about how I once sang in a quasi-choir, and how, when I returned to my home parish, was asked to join their choir. But, fear was holding me back. I was fearful of joining a group of people who have sung together for years and years, and who learn so much new music each week. I was fearful of not being good enough.

Over and over, I've had choir members approach me and look at me expectantly as they said, "So? Are you ready yet?" At the time, I was enjoying being "home" again, and really just wanted to be in a pew, quiet, and on my knees in prayer instead of being in the choir area behind the altar. I'd smile and say, "Not yet, but maybe soon."

Well, now the choir director has taken a sabbatical, and several members have had to pull back their involvement for personal reasons. One of the choir members has graciously agreed to lead the group. Because of all this, they've scaled back to learning one only anthem a week, and instead sing a hymn along with the congregation after Communion. I had noticed the choir had dwindled to only 10 or so members and they were struggling. Was there ever a better time to jump in? I've been thinking hard about it for the past few weeks, and finally Sunday, knew the time had come. After the service, one of the same choir members who has been approaching me came to me afterwords and before she opened her mouth I smiled and said, "Yes, Lynn, I think today is the day."

I walked in that choir room at 12:30 (nice that they practice after church, when we are all there anyway) and was greeted with warm hugs and smiles. And, guess what? It was not scary at all. We practiced the anthem for next week, Gabriel's Message, which I already knew, and it felt good. It felt good to belt out a beautiful tune and make a joyful noise. Their practice is very relaxed and low key, even more so than the group I last sang with at the other parish. And, to add icing to the cake, two more NEW people also joined the group on Sunday. Everything happens for a reason and in its own time. It was time. I am once again filled with the joy of singing to His glory. It's all good.

Go ahead, you know you want to!

Send your own ElfYourself eCards

It's that time of year again!
Yep, time to ELF YOURSELF!!!
Oh, my... what fun!
Dance baby dance!
And this year, you can choose your dance.
Whoooo hooooooo!