8 Replies Latest reply: Dec 21, 2015 11:07 AM by foxglove RSS

10 days till Christmas Eve, time for festivities...

brightlybob Platinum 10 Reviews
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Woohoo, it's only 10 more sleeps till Christmas Eve... Time to get into that Christmas spirit.

 

And to avenge bejacob for his "outrageous shirts" thread I will kick off with "Twas a night before Christmas" especially for him - Yes, I know I responded to his thread, but you can't wave a roast chicken in front of my cat and expect to keep your hands, so I blame him for all that followed

 

So c'mon everyone, let's get into the Christmas spirit. Post your Christmas messages/photos/poetry/randomness/secretest-thoughts here - don't worry about the secretest-thoughts bit, I won't tell, I'm the soul of discretion!

 

As always (when I remember to post my garbage as questions) there's a completely capricious "correct" and 2 equally random "helpful" marks to give away on Christmas day. Just think, if you reply here, whatever you reply here, you're in line to wake up on Christmas Morning to find SantaBob has dropped a "helpful" or even a "correct" into your Christmas inbox-stocking-interwebwotsit.

 

Happy Christmas to you all (yes, even erc, Tommo781 and even you, bejacob )

 

 

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  • Re: 10 days till Christmas Eve, time for festivities...
    brightlybob Platinum 10 Reviews
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    Bejacobs nightmare before Christmas




    'Twas the night before Christmas and in Bejacobs house,

    not a creature was stirring, not even his louse,

    Brian was writing his county blog,

    Remembering the postcard received from Deer Lodge.

    *

    Yes, 2014 had been a good year,

    472 counties, but plenty to fear,

    His old Toyota had added 20k miles,

    And the repairs were as big as his mechanics smiles.

    *

    "There's no way to postpone this" Brian said sadly,

    "I need a new car, and I need it badly,

    Perhaps a Buick, a car made for touring,

    Anything new, but it mustn't be boring".

    *

    With near 2000 Counties yet to collect,

    This car needed speed, and perhaps a toilet,

    Maybe a camper, or perhaps an RV,

    With that, many more counties he could then see.

    *

    Brian made the decision, his car he'd renew,

    So he'd need lots of funds, not just a few,

    But whilst Marriott Reward points he had aplenty,

    His new car account was alarmingly empty.

    *

    He had stopped believing in Santa and how,

    but lateral thinking was needed now.

    Hanging a stocking might just be the way,

    To receive a new motor upon Christmas Day.

    *

    He crawled into his bed, after eating a Mars,

    and fell straight asleep dreaming of cars,

    When suddenly he woke to a massive clatter,

    and leapt out of his bed to see what was the matter.

    *

    He threw open the window to see on the snow,

    a rusty old sleigh and 8 reindeer in tow.

    And atop of it all was a fat jolly d!ck,

    He knew in a moment he must be St Nick.

    *

    Brian looked in amazement as he saw on the ground,

    Santas sack had fallen and scattered around,

    Were girls scantily clad with lengthy blond hair,

    Like the girls at the motor-shows displaying the ware.

    *

    Santa leaned forward and and pulled out his list,

    it was quite clear to Brian the old sod was pissed.

    "We're here for Brian" he called with a shout,

    "Bugger, last year I missed him right out".

    *

    "A double present this year" he called to the ladies,

    "Up Donnas, up Hannahs, up Sarahs, up Sadies",

    "Shin up that drainpipe, and deliver it quick",

    "I'm running real late" worried St Nick.

    *

    Right then Brian remembered from when he was a boy,

    That if you saw Santa he left you no toy.

    So he shut down the window and leapt into his bed,

    As visions of Mustangs danced round his head.

    *

    He closed his eyes and kept quiet breathing,

    for an hour after he heard the old sleighbells leaving.

    Then downstairs he crept, hoping for keys to a Jeep,

    Or maybe a Ram, or a Dodge, his to keep.

    *

    He grabbed hold of his stocking and peered inside,

    But the immense disappointment he just couldn't hide.

    "Oh No" he exclaimed, "that Santas a pox",

    "All the daft twerp has left me are slippers and socks!

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    • Re: 10 days till Christmas Eve, time for festivities...
      bejacob Platinum 38 Reviews
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      Wow, a Christmas poem dedicated to me an my unusual travel obsession. I'm honored. I hadn't realized that my blog might lead to such an ode.

       

      Any inaccuracies will be considered poetic license. Until I got to the end, I thought SantaBob was going to buy me a new car.

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      • Re: 10 days till Christmas Eve, time for festivities...
        tommo781 Silver 8 Reviews
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        He is buying you a new car bejacob.  He told me himself that he was going to.  Don't tell him I spoiled the surprise, but here is a sneak preview of it before it arrives by snail mail in the US.

         

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      • Re: 10 days till Christmas Eve, time for festivities...
        brightlybob Platinum 10 Reviews
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        Awww, sorry, bejacob let me try and give you a happier ending, or at least one with a car, kind of...

         

         

        Bejacobs nightmare before Christmas

        'Twas the night before Christmas and in Bejacobs house,

        not a creature was stirring, not even his louse,

        Brian was writing his county blog,

        Remembering the postcard received from Deer Lodge.

        *

        Yes, 2014 had been a good year,

        472 counties, but plenty to fear,

        His old Toyota had added 20k miles,

        And the repairs were as big as his mechanics smiles.

        *

        "There's no way to postpone this" Brian said sadly,

        "I need a new car, and I need it badly,

        Perhaps a Buick, a car made for touring,

        Anything new, but it mustn't be boring".

        *

        With near 2000 Counties yet to collect,

        This car needed speed, and perhaps a toilet,

        Maybe a camper, or perhaps an RV,

        With that, many more counties he could then see.

        *

        Brian made the decision, his car he'd renew,

        So he'd need lots of funds, not just a few,

        But whilst Marriott Reward points he had aplenty,

        His new car account was alarmingly empty.

        *

        He had stopped believing in Santa and how,

        but lateral thinking was needed now.

        Hanging a stocking might just be the way,

        To receive a new motor upon Christmas Day.

        *

        He crawled into his bed, after eating a Mars,

        and fell straight asleep dreaming of cars,

        When suddenly he woke to a massive clatter,

        and leapt out of his bed to see what was the matter.

        *

        He threw open the window to see on the snow,

        a rusty old sleigh and 8 reindeer in tow.

        And atop of it all was a fat jolly nob

        He knew in a moment it was SantaBob.

        *

        Brian looked in amazement as he saw on the ground,

        Santas sack had fallen and scattered around,

        Were girls scantily clad with lengthy blond hair,

        Like the girls at the motor-shows displaying the ware.

        *

        SantaBob leaned forward and pulled out his list,

        it was quite clear to Brian that Brightly was pissed.

        "We're here for Brian" he called with a shout,

        "And last year St Nick missed him right out".

        *

        "Well I'm better than that" SantaBob called to the ladies,

        "Up Donnas, up Hannahs, up Sarahs, up Sadies,

        Shin up that drainpipe, with those keys for a car,

        I need to get back to the Marriott's bar."

        *

        Right then Brian remembered from when he was a boy,

        That if you saw Santa he left you no toy.

        So he shut down the window and leapt into his bed,

        As visions of Mustangs danced round his head.

        *

        He closed his eyes and kept quiet breathing,

        for an hour after he heard the old sleighbells leaving.

        Then downstairs he crept, hoping for keys to a Jeep,

        Or maybe a Ram, or a Dodge, his to keep.

        *

        He grabbed hold of his stocking and peered inside,

        But the immense disappointment he just couldn't hide.

        "Oh No" he exclaimed, "that SantaBobs cr@p

        "All the daft twerp has left me is a horse and trap!"

         

         

         

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    • Re: 10 days till Christmas Eve, time for festivities...
      iahflyr Platinum 26 Reviews
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      A work of art for sure!

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  • Re: 10 days till Christmas Eve, time for festivities...
    brightlybob Platinum 10 Reviews
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    bejacob mentioned this post in his annual county collecting round-up. Since I was intending to start a new thread for Christmas wishes, I thought, "ner, bugger that, I'll just tomb-raid this one instead"

     

    And, maybe this time SantaBob has his eye on a better present for bejacob

     

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    HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE.

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