December 25, 2006

T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In the hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.
And Mama in her kerchief and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winters nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of midday to objects below.
Then what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleight and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in an instant it must be Saint Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"On Dasher, On Dancer, On Prancer and Vixen,
On Comet, On Cupid on Donder and Blitzen,
To the top of the Porch, to the top of the wall,
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and Saint Nicholas, too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Saint Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he has flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes - how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to now I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!"

Banana Tropicana


1 banana peeled and diced
1 T honey
1\2 c low fat milk
1\4 c low fat coconut cream
1\4 c unsweetened pineapple juice, strained from crushed pineapple
1\2 c unsweetened crushed pineapple
2-3 ice cubes


1. Place all ingredients in a blender and blend until smooth.

2. Serve in tall glasses with cocktail umbrellas or garnish with fruit slices for that real tropical feel.

Photo of the Banana Tropicana above Christmas poem. Love Heli

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