We're not counting our Christmas Chickens before they've hatched...
...but those Christmas chickens do sorta look like they have already hatched...and to be honest I've forgotten where I was going with this...so now might be a dandy time to create a distraction...
While I was writing my latest Papa's Model T book I had occasion to research some earlier versions of the famous Tin Lizzie...the 1912s in particular caught my eye...
...the blue one is a Touring model and the red one is a Runabout with a pickup bed.
Which one do you like? I think I'm partial to the blue Touring model.
However I won't be rushing out to buy one right away...Ol' Blue is for sale at the bargain basement price of $45,900.
Li'l Red? Another 10 grand will make you the proud owner of...yep, $55,900.
Someday, mebbe...
In case you've been wondering...yes...it IS just about time to Panic...
...less than 2 weeks until the big day.
Have you put the tree up?
Finished decorating yet?
Gone gift shopping? Wrapped them?
Sent out those Christmas cards you told yourself you'd do this year?
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Drank the requisite amount of hot chocolate with peppermint candy canes?
Been kissed under the mistletoe by that special someone?
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Enjoy! No, seriously...do it...
'Twas (less than) 2 Weeks Before Christmas...
had fled frozen fields
for the warmth of my house.
My wife found their droppings
and said “I'm not pleased,
to think that these varmints
are taking their ease
“inside my warm dwelling;
this outrage won't stand!
What will you do?”
Then I raised my hand...
“These mice, they are finished!
Kaput and kersplatz!
No way they'll survive,
for we have three cats!”
And then we beheld
and the useless Smokey.
Disciples of Garfield,
were these pointless creatures,
with sleeping and eating
their dominant features.
No help would be coming
from those worthless saps,
so I scrounged all around
And later that night,
before mice came a-creeping,
I set the cruel deadfall
then got busy sleeping.
So early next 'morn,
at dawn's early light,
I sprang from my bed
to find what I might.
But what did my wondering
eyes finally see,
but a clean, empty trap
and a note left for me:
to find what I might.
But what did my wondering
eyes finally see,
but a clean, empty trap
and a note left for me:
"Thanks for the cheese,
but what would be better,
instead of old muenster,
could we have fresh cheddar?"
"And what's with this platter?"
my mousy pals asked.
"We might have been killed
if we hadn't been fast!"
'Twas then that I thought
of the great Robert Burns
and his famous lament
to a mouse that he turned
to a mouse that he turned
Out of warm hearth and home
as he plowed in his field.
as he plowed in his field.
Did I want to partake
in his life time of guilt?
The best laid plans
it is easy to see,
it is easy to see,
Gang aft agley
and I think you'll agree
There was nothing to do
but give them their cheddar.
After all, it was Christmas,
and what could be better
Than showing the love
God has for His swarm,
by letting them stay
inside where it's warm?
Then out went the trap
in the cold, winter, night;
we're quite overrun
but I guess it's alright.
So to quoth from St. Nick
on his annual flight,
Merry Christmas to all,
and to all a Good Night!
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We are officially at the terminus of this edition of the Atomic Monster Cafe...
...but I don't want to hear any whining...we already established you're way behind on your Christmas duties, so chop chop!Get out there and get Merry!
later, mcm fans...
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