HELLO AND MERRY CHRISTMAS

HELLO AND MERRY CHRISTMAS, from Sir Richard and family!

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As my gift to all of you I love taking photos so here is a

Slideshow of photos that I took and I hope that you enjoy them!

Christmas 2012 Photos by Sir Richard

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So may you and yours all have a MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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Sincerely, and with LOVE to you and you and you and YOU!

“Glory to God in the Highest and on earth, peace and good will towards all man.”

Luke 2:14

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ALL I WANT IS THE TRUTH NOW!

ALL I WANT IS THE TRUTH NOW!

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John Winston Lennon 1940 - 1980

“I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth” JWL

GONE

"But In My Life Never Forgotten" 

for you John, by Sir Richard...

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A PRAYER FOR MY GRANDAUGHTER

 

A PRAYER FOR MY GRANDAUGHTER SKYE THIS CHRISTMAS...
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In thy name Father God "I pray for my Granddaughter Skye to have for all of next year,

too be full of success and happiness.”
As we both know how she works so hard and is such a beautiful soul as all of my Grandchildren are!

So this Christmas, please grant her this Gift our Father in heaven.
In thy name we all pray.
Amen...
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A Prayer for Skye this Christmas,

Sincerely and with Love

from,
Sir Richard...aka Grandpa Richard…
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Santa’s Helper and an adventure with Grandma

Santa’s Helper and an adventure with Grandma
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I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma.
For I was just a kid.
So, I tore across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb:
"There is no Santa Claus," she jeered.
"Even dummies know that!"

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been.
I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me.
I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her world-famous cinnamon buns.
I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so.
It had to be true.

Grandma was home, and the cinnamon buns were still warm.
Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me.
"No Santa Claus!" she snorted. "Ridiculous!
Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad.
Now, put on your coat, and let's go."
"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked.

I hadn't even finished my second world-famous, cinnamon bun.
"Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything.
As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars.
That was a bundle in those days.

"Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it”.
I'll wait for you in the car."
Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.
I was only eight years old.
I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself.
The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.
For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten- dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for??

I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church.
I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker.
He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class.

Bobby Decker didn't have a coat.
I knew that because he never went out for recess during the winter.
His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that,

Bobby Decker didn't have a cough, and he didn't have a coat.
As I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement.
I decided that I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!
Then, I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it.
It looked real warm, and he would like that.

"Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down.
"Yes," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."
The nice lady smiled at me.
I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus", on it.
Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy.

Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially one of Santa's Helpers.
Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma.
Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open.

Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.
Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes.
That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were: "Ridiculous".
Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team!

I still have the Bible, with the tag tucked inside: $19.95.
He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find Christmas under a tree.

Author Unknown.
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*** From Sir Richard aka Grandpa Richard. Remember my Grandchildren, even you my eldest Grandaughter Santa is still watching, so be good!
Merry Christmas!
From,
Sir Richard…aka Grandpa Richard.

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OICHE CHIUIN – SILENT NIGHT

 

OICHE CHIUIN – SILENT NIGHT 
Sung in Gaelic and English by Enya 
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Oíche chiúin, oíche Mhic
Dé, Cách 'na suan dís araon.
Dís is dílse 'faire le spéis
Naíon beag, leanbh ceansa 'gus caomh.
Críost, 'na chodladh go sámh.
Críost, 'na chodladh go sámh.

Oíche chiúin, oíche Mhic
Dé, Aoirí ar dtús chuala 'n
scéal. Allelúia aingeal ag glaoch.
Cantain suairc i ngar is i gcéin.

Críost an Slánaitheoir Féin.
Críost an Slánaitheoir Féin.

Silent night, night of God's son,
Everyone is asleep, the pair together.
The most faithful pair, watching with hope
A little baby, a mild and gentle child.

Christ, calmly asleep.
Christ, calmly asleep.

Silent night, night of God's son,
Shepherds were first to hear the tale.
The angels crying out Alleluia.
Lovely chanting near and far.

Christ, the saviour himself.
Christ, the saviour himself.

Oíche chiúin, oíche Mhic - Dé sounds like "ee kheh khyoon, ee kheh vihk jay" The "ch" is like Scottish "loch." I think when multiple vowels are together one usually dominates but the others may play a slight role in the sound. I'm just a beginner.
Oíche chiúin, oíche Mhic Dé,
Cách 'na suan dís araon.
"kawkh na soon deesh arayn"
Dís is dílse 'faire le spéis
"dzheesh iss dzheelsheh fah reh leh spaysh"
Naíon beag, leanbh ceansa 'gus caomh.
"neen beh ahg, lehnv kehnsa gus cayv"
Críost an Slánaitheoir Féin.
"kreest uhn slaw nah hohr fayn"
Críost an Slánaitheoir Féin.
"kreest uhn slaw nah hohr fay

***To give meaning to Christmas, In the festive list of things this year give Christ first place.***

For I pray, for you all a "MERRY CHRISTMAS" to All!

With Love from, Sir Richard...

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