Disheartened
Dec. 24th, 2014 08:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphAt three o'clock this afternoon I was just about to post an entry when the clouds that had been dropping rain on us since noon decided to begin issuing thunder and lightning. I hastily shut down the computer and then got hung up watching movies on television, only now finding the time to return to the computer.
I needn't have shut it down this afternoon, as no sooner had the monitor gone dark than the sky blazed forth a great light as the storm swiftly dissipated and the sun emerged. There was even a brief sun shower, and then the pale, thin rind of the crescent moon appeared among the rent clouds as they scattered.
So Christmas Eve is clear, and quite the change from the first half of the day which was foggy and dim, and the succeeding three hours which were blustery and wet. Alas that the rain and then the movies prevented me from setting the elf traps, and I don't fancy trying to do it in the pitch black that prevails, now that the sliver of moon has gone behind the trees.
I haven't had much luck with the elf traps anyway, and I must admit that I despair of ever having elf, or even tiny reindeer, for Christmas dinner. The high hopes I had for the ACME traps I used last year were dashed, of course, and I will never again trust any company endorsed by a coyote. The coyote is a trickster, and apparently not even a very bright one.
Perhaps by next Christmas my hopes will be restored, but this year I haven't the heart for elf trapping. Tonight the red-suited jelly belly is safe from me. I've resigned myself to grilled cheese for Christmas dinner. But I do hope the elf leaves me my usual lump of coal. In the past they have kept my hands warm for several minutes each year.
I needn't have shut it down this afternoon, as no sooner had the monitor gone dark than the sky blazed forth a great light as the storm swiftly dissipated and the sun emerged. There was even a brief sun shower, and then the pale, thin rind of the crescent moon appeared among the rent clouds as they scattered.
So Christmas Eve is clear, and quite the change from the first half of the day which was foggy and dim, and the succeeding three hours which were blustery and wet. Alas that the rain and then the movies prevented me from setting the elf traps, and I don't fancy trying to do it in the pitch black that prevails, now that the sliver of moon has gone behind the trees.
I haven't had much luck with the elf traps anyway, and I must admit that I despair of ever having elf, or even tiny reindeer, for Christmas dinner. The high hopes I had for the ACME traps I used last year were dashed, of course, and I will never again trust any company endorsed by a coyote. The coyote is a trickster, and apparently not even a very bright one.
Perhaps by next Christmas my hopes will be restored, but this year I haven't the heart for elf trapping. Tonight the red-suited jelly belly is safe from me. I've resigned myself to grilled cheese for Christmas dinner. But I do hope the elf leaves me my usual lump of coal. In the past they have kept my hands warm for several minutes each year.
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Date: 2014-12-26 04:35 am (UTC)Ages ago, when I was young and apparently goofy, I thought it was hilarious to give my husband a sock with coal in it for Christmas. He was mad at me about that till the end of his life. I guess I finally understood why he was so peeved about it, but I still think it's funny. Maybe I'm still goofy.
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Date: 2014-12-26 05:55 pm (UTC)Will Ferrell is not my idea of a tasty elf. Santa is probably loaded with cholesterol, but I'm sure he'd be much more flavorful than Will Ferrell. I'll leave Will to the Fiji Islanders (if they'll have him.)
Heh. Bear at a picnic table.
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Date: 2014-12-26 06:11 pm (UTC)This beautiful bear I ripped off from the Cheezburger people, iirc, and the photo used to have the legend 'shopped onto it: "Roger began to suspect that he was being stood up by his blind date" or similar. Poor Roger. Someone at LJ subsequently informed me that Roger is really a girl-bear. Not sure how they could tell from the tiny photo!