Why have children?
Amy Wellborn has the answer.
If you’re still shopping at this late date, you’ll need attitude at the mall. Truly, I shall never get back nor forget the two and one-half hours I wasted looking for parking at the mall 9pm on Christmas Eve…thank god now I live downtown.
To all frustrated, last-minute shoppers, here is your patron saint, and here is your anthem:
And here’s your Unicorn Chaser, the startlingly gifted and very likeable countertenor Nick Pitera singing O Holy Night. And yes, that is him.
I think he earns the “The Cuteness Abounds” tag, don’t you?
For those of you who have no idea what we were on about yesterday, here is the Anaheim Ballet’s video of the highlights of the Nutcracker in just under ten minutes. See, I told you there were rats and soldiers and all kinds of macho things, as well as kids, sugarplum fairies, and dancing snowflakes. But how many ballets have rat battles and beheadings, eh? tell me that!
And more to wear to the splendid occasion:
I know, I know, it’s the most expensive thing your kid will ever hate to wear, but just gaze upon that sweet, preppy child and try to tell me you don’t want to give him a hug.
And for the young ladies (updated, as we seem to have few fans of sewing):
You’ll recall wee Vlad here from our Caption Contest of last Friday. It’s now time to announce the winner of our deliberately un-seasonal captioning challenge.
Taunt Talli Says:
December 16th, 2007 at 1:45 pm
“Excuse me… which way to the nearest poetry reading?”
Congratulations to Taunt Talli, who obviously has had her own experiences with my beloved subculture. Is that Rilke he’s carrying?
And now, the imaginary footwear for the imaginary investiture ceremony:
Ah, the Eighties. A decade better contemplated in remembrance than lived through at the time, yet one which has a tenacious hold on our culture to this very day. Oh, sure, the shoulderpadded power suits of yesteryear may have gone the way of the poodle skirt and the bustle, but some things we have always with us.
It is with this spirit of remembrance in mind, and also to help bump that autoplaying Child’s Christmas Podcast in Wales off the front page, that we here at TeenyManolo present for your enjoyment that olde-tyme classic, Christmas in Hollis, by yo momma’s favorite rappers, Run DMC.
And lyrics over the jump because yes, you ARE going to want to sing along to this after the second eggnog.
Captions in the comments, as usual.
I just felt like taking a break from all the Christmas stuff around, although it’s quite possible they just cropped out Santa in this one. The Addams Family holiday card, perhaps? We’re all about the Goth lately at TeenyManolo!
Source is sadly lost to the mists of time. Drop me an email if this was you!
Hark to the beautiful, bountiful baritone of Dylan Thomas, y’all, reading his own Christmas classic, A Child’s Christmas in Wales. So, which part is your favorite? I’ve got a weakness for the “junior firemen” and their prompt, enthusiastic action in the face of a rather dramatic turning point in the narrative.
(not exactly Wordless for Wednesday, am I? Oh well, I always was a contrarian!)