Remember our troops

As I am reminded by another blogger

 (http://emergency-room-nurse.blogspot.com/), not everyone is home for Christmas. 

Photo from emergency nurse's blog.  I don't know where she got it.  It just seems appropriate.

Don’t forget them.

Merry Christmas.

Techno-Dinosaur 6 – Christmas Post

I worked really hard on my Christmas post.  I figured out how to get my word processing program to translate “Merry Christmas” into a bunch of languages.  I was so proud of myself.

Then the column thingie wouldn’t work and I had to redo the entire page.  I wanted all of it on one page.

Then I found out that clip-art won’t post on the blog.  At least I can’t get it to (yet – oh, Adam……)

So I had to find my old Photobucket account, get a new password, remember how to download and upload pictures…. Did you notice the ones with motion?  I’m particularly proud of them.

I accidently put the same picture under two different languages.  I can’t have that.  I guess I have a little OCD.  So I inserted the one I intended to have there.  The old one didn’t come off.  OMG!!!!  Don’t panic!  Which button do I push now?

This one post has taken me the better part of a week, off and on.   I’m sure there are 6 or 8 hours of work in it.  I learned stuff, thank goodness.  I’m glad it has been a little slow in the office, or I would still be working on it. 

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

Joyeaux Noël!  (France)

 Wesołych świąt!  (Poland)

Καλά Χριστούγεννα!  (Greece)

Buon Natale!  (Italy)

God Jul!  (Norway) 

Glædelig Jul!  (Denmark)

สุขสันต์วันคริสต์มาส  Thailand

Веселое рождество (Russia)

Glad Jul!  (Sweden)

Iloista Joulua!  (Finland)

Christmas Alegre! Portugese (Brazil)

Mutlu Noeller! (Turkey)

¡Feliz Navidad! (Spain)

Playing with the box – not the gift

I have a niece who is almost a year old.  I have been reminded of my children’s second Christmas.  Since they were born in the summer, they were still infants the first year.  The second year they were walking, babbling human beings.  They really enjoyed watching orchestral Christmas music on TV.  Their favorite movie was Toy Story. (To Infiggity and beyond…..)

This was the year that Christmas lasted and lasted.  Each gift was really two gifts.  If it had a box big enough, the box was a toy, also.  Boxes were for climbing in, building with, making trains out of, putting on their heads, using for shoes and any other activity they could think of.  Then they would play with what was in the box.        

One toy would make my boys happy for several days. 

There was no rush to open all the presents.  Nobody was greedy.  When it seemed like they had started to get a bit tired of any particular toy, we would get out the next set of packages that looked the same.  We would repeat the process. 

This year Christmas lasted two or three months.  Every time they got to open another “set” of presents, we went through the same process.  Peals of laughter rang through my house.  There was lots of crawling around on the floor chasing kids who were chasing toys. 

It was a glorious time.  They are only little once.  Enjoy it Moms and Dads.