Twas the Night Before Christmas…

… and all through the town,

The people heard music,

And wanted it turned down.

They fussed and they flamed,

Til the police finally came.

But the musicians kept playing,

They all knew their game.

First twas Zeppelin,

Followed by Heart.

But the townspeople knew it was only the start.

The crazy men moved on to Django, then Scruggs,

By then the police could do nothing but shrug.

The musicians finally reigned it all in,

And played We Three Kings, and then all with a grin,

Invited the townspeople each to come in.

They drank some mulled cider,

They ate cookies, too.

Oh, what a night, such a party they threw.

Here’s hoping you

and your people, too

Have the happiest Christmas

An new year, … uh …. too. (I ran out of ooo sounding words.)

Sorry for the lack of advent this year. Hopefully my clever poetry will make up for it.

We are the Bumpus Household

A Christmas Story is one of my favorite films.

As we were watching it this evening, I came to the conclusion that we are the Bumpuses.

You know who I’m talking about, right?

They’re the unseen family who lives next door to Ralphie’s family in A Christmas Story. They’re the ones with all of the hounds who are constantly barking and in the way.

Incidentally, did you know that the Bumpus Hounds have their very own Facebook page? They do! How cool is that?!

Well, we have three dogs. Two are hounds. Sure, they aren’t bloodhounds, but they are hounds nonetheless.

Okie regularly makes the same face as the dog on the left of this photo.

We always have some kind of ruckus around here. One of them is always either whining, barking, being in the way, or snoring.

Fun fact: He was alternating between snoring and whining the very second I took this photo.

I couldn’t help but think about how we really ought to have that hound theme music with the bass harmonica playing in the background at our house constantly. I holler their names enough, I might as well be yelling, “BUMPUSES!”.

Here we have Avery cleverly hiding from the cat.

It’s quite the chaotic existence, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I bet the Bumpuses were one happy bunch of folks.

Mittens was less than thrilled by my use of the flash. Also, she was snoring.

Anyway, sometimes life can be chaotic and loud and messy. But if you can manage to harness your inner Bumpus, you’re sure to get through it all right.