It's the "Decorate the CB for the Holidays" party thread!_ Come on inside!_
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Mary Jo
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At midnight's stroke,
On the first Christmas, half the world awoke.
Then out of nest and lair
Came thronging to Bethlehem the wordless folk;
Hurried the beasts of the forest, the birds of the air,
To pay the Lord their homage and His due.
And Cat came, too,
Mincing on delicate feet to see the Child.
But being shy and wild,
Approached no nearer than the hearth; lay dumb
And distant there.
While the rest knelt in praise,
The Cat by too much glory overcome
Could not withdraw her gaze
From the Nativity; could only stare
Through slitted eyes as things of fur and feather
(The deer beside the lion, the pheasant, the hare
Safe in the fox's paws) bent down together.
Although their anthems lifted all around,
She, in her throat, made only a trembling sound
And could not bow her head.
Yet as the morning dawned
And one by one the other creatures fled
Each to his habitat--
The eagle to his crag and to his pond
The otter--only Cat
Remained beside the dying fire, unable
To quit the place that was both Crib and Stable.
Then Mary spoke aloud.
"Dear Cat," she said, "dear, stiff-necked, proud
And obstinate beast, I bless you. From this hour
Leave wilderness behind you.
Because you stayed, though none shall have the power
To call you servant, yet the hearth shall bind you
Forever to itself. Both fond and free,
Wherever Man is, you shall also be.
And many a family
Will smile to hear you singing (where you settle)
Household hosannahs like a pulsing kettle."
Some winter night
Observe Cat now. Her eyes will suddenly gleam
Yellow against the light,
Her body shudder in a jungle dream,
Her claws unsheath their sharpness. She remembers
Old times, old barbarous customs, old Decembers
Before she called the tribes of Man her friends.
But the dream ends.
Then, reassured, she curls herself along
The floor and hums her cool, domestic song.
On the first Christmas, half the world awoke.
Then out of nest and lair
Came thronging to Bethlehem the wordless folk;
Hurried the beasts of the forest, the birds of the air,
To pay the Lord their homage and His due.
And Cat came, too,
Mincing on delicate feet to see the Child.
But being shy and wild,
Approached no nearer than the hearth; lay dumb
And distant there.
While the rest knelt in praise,
The Cat by too much glory overcome
Could not withdraw her gaze
From the Nativity; could only stare
Through slitted eyes as things of fur and feather
(The deer beside the lion, the pheasant, the hare
Safe in the fox's paws) bent down together.
Although their anthems lifted all around,
She, in her throat, made only a trembling sound
And could not bow her head.
Yet as the morning dawned
And one by one the other creatures fled
Each to his habitat--
The eagle to his crag and to his pond
The otter--only Cat
Remained beside the dying fire, unable
To quit the place that was both Crib and Stable.
Then Mary spoke aloud.
"Dear Cat," she said, "dear, stiff-necked, proud
And obstinate beast, I bless you. From this hour
Leave wilderness behind you.
Because you stayed, though none shall have the power
To call you servant, yet the hearth shall bind you
Forever to itself. Both fond and free,
Wherever Man is, you shall also be.
And many a family
Will smile to hear you singing (where you settle)
Household hosannahs like a pulsing kettle."
Some winter night
Observe Cat now. Her eyes will suddenly gleam
Yellow against the light,
Her body shudder in a jungle dream,
Her claws unsheath their sharpness. She remembers
Old times, old barbarous customs, old Decembers
Before she called the tribes of Man her friends.
But the dream ends.
Then, reassured, she curls herself along
The floor and hums her cool, domestic song.
Saffron
Palm Tree Hugger
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Awwww! We are going to have the best kitty chorus on the DIS!
Tulirose! Excellent! You did a great job with her, I mean it!!!
Well, while we are waiting for the entertainment to start again, I'd like to sing a song for shep's bubble butt guy, but I just can't think of one??????
Tulirose! Excellent! You did a great job with her, I mean it!!!
Well, while we are waiting for the entertainment to start again, I'd like to sing a song for shep's bubble butt guy, but I just can't think of one??????
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Originally posted by KimRaye
Here's one of Simba trying to open ALL the presents I have for you guys:
I MISSED THIS FIRST TIME AROUND! Simba is being sooo bad but looking soo cute trying to open those presents.
WillyJ
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Okay. . first of all, I'm going to mix a White Russian for my good friend Tulirose. . here you are hon. . 
Now, by request, here's my cyber-Bruce Springsteen impersonation. . .
How's youse all doing out there tonight? {applause}
All right. . . good youse guys are here. . {applause}
You know, back when I was kid growing up in Freehold, we didn't have much money and my dad was a good guy, but one time he made me cut my hair and I said, "Hey dad, it's my hair!!"
{{applause}}
Okay. . all right. . . anyways. . I remember this time. . this time. . I had a girl. . and I was so poor, we couldn't afford a phone, so when I wanted to talk to her, I had to talk into this little tin can with a string on it. . and I don't know. . but for some reason, she never seemed to hear what I was saying, and she broke up with me. .
{{awwwwww. . scattered boos}}
No, no. . it's okay. . because you see, I remember. . I remember that one night when I was so low. . my girl wouldn't talk to me. . and my dad smashed my guitar and used it to start a fire to burn the hair he had cut off my head. . and it was that day I decided I didn't want to be no accountant like my ma wanted. . I wanted to be a rock and roll star.. . so I went on this website I hung out at called the DIS. . and I poured my heart out there. . and then I found myself going back there over and over. . then one night; I looked. . and my post count was way lower then it should have been. . . and so I wrote this little song about it. . and I want to play it for youse guys right, and it's called The DISer
a one, a two, a three four. . .
I come from down in the valley
where mister when you're young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
But then I got a computer
And found this Disney site
No matter how much I resist
I'm there every night. .
I'm going down as a DISer
Yes as a DISer I'll ride
Oh down as a DIser I'll die. . .
Then I got made a mod
and man that was all she wrote
And for my 5.000th post
I got a thanks and a Dan Murphy quote
It went up to the Birthday board
And the WM's put it all to rest
No more big smiles; no thanks from Uncle Kyle
No bouncies, no more "Willy, you're the best"
That night I went down as a DISer
And my post count took a dive
Oh down as a DISer I did ride
I tried posting more, to make up for what was gone
But lately the "server's busy", so I guess the deal is done
Now all them posts seemed so important
Well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I don't remember
And Alex acts like he don't care
But I remember the Corn and Emu legs
And Charlie NJ for a classic he begged
At night on this place I'd lie awake
And post as many dwarf brawls as the server would take
Now those memories come back to haunt me
they haunt me like a curse
Are lost posts just a glitch in the server my friend
Or is it something worse?
That sends me down as a DISer
When my post count took a dive
That sends me down as a DISer tonight. .
{{{fade. . harmonica. . massive applause}}}
Now, by request, here's my cyber-Bruce Springsteen impersonation. . .
How's youse all doing out there tonight? {applause}
All right. . . good youse guys are here. . {applause}
You know, back when I was kid growing up in Freehold, we didn't have much money and my dad was a good guy, but one time he made me cut my hair and I said, "Hey dad, it's my hair!!"
{{applause}}
Okay. . all right. . . anyways. . I remember this time. . this time. . I had a girl. . and I was so poor, we couldn't afford a phone, so when I wanted to talk to her, I had to talk into this little tin can with a string on it. . and I don't know. . but for some reason, she never seemed to hear what I was saying, and she broke up with me. .
{{awwwwww. . scattered boos}}
No, no. . it's okay. . because you see, I remember. . I remember that one night when I was so low. . my girl wouldn't talk to me. . and my dad smashed my guitar and used it to start a fire to burn the hair he had cut off my head. . and it was that day I decided I didn't want to be no accountant like my ma wanted. . I wanted to be a rock and roll star.. . so I went on this website I hung out at called the DIS. . and I poured my heart out there. . and then I found myself going back there over and over. . then one night; I looked. . and my post count was way lower then it should have been. . . and so I wrote this little song about it. . and I want to play it for youse guys right, and it's called The DISer
a one, a two, a three four. . .
I come from down in the valley
where mister when you're young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
But then I got a computer
And found this Disney site
No matter how much I resist
I'm there every night. .
I'm going down as a DISer
Yes as a DISer I'll ride
Oh down as a DIser I'll die. . .
Then I got made a mod
and man that was all she wrote
And for my 5.000th post
I got a thanks and a Dan Murphy quote
It went up to the Birthday board
And the WM's put it all to rest
No more big smiles; no thanks from Uncle Kyle
No bouncies, no more "Willy, you're the best"
That night I went down as a DISer
And my post count took a dive
Oh down as a DISer I did ride
I tried posting more, to make up for what was gone
But lately the "server's busy", so I guess the deal is done
Now all them posts seemed so important
Well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I don't remember
And Alex acts like he don't care
But I remember the Corn and Emu legs
And Charlie NJ for a classic he begged
At night on this place I'd lie awake
And post as many dwarf brawls as the server would take
Now those memories come back to haunt me
they haunt me like a curse
Are lost posts just a glitch in the server my friend
Or is it something worse?
That sends me down as a DISer
When my post count took a dive
That sends me down as a DISer tonight. .
{{{fade. . harmonica. . massive applause}}}
Saffron
Palm Tree Hugger
- Joined
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- Messages
- 8,454
Yay! Yay! Yay! 
Oh that was so worth the wait! Sing it baby!!!!!! *Maggie whistles with two fingers, really loud* Come on everyone, light your Bic lighters (just watch the holly over there, it's a little dry 
) Yay! That was so good!!!!! Excellent honey! *sniff, sniff*
No really, *sniff, sniff* Do you smell smoke?
Oh that was so worth the wait! Sing it baby!!!!!! *Maggie whistles with two fingers, really loud* Come on everyone, light your Bic lighters (just watch the holly over there, it's a little dry ) Yay! That was so good!!!!! Excellent honey! *sniff, sniff* No really, *sniff, sniff* Do you smell smoke?
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