Melanie Jackson
@mjjaxn.bsky.social
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free... and look at cats. Author of Chloe Boston, Butterscotch Jones and Miss Henry mysteries, artist and animal lover. Not a fan of DM. No Crypto.
"Unless we make Christmas an occasion to share our blessings, all the snow in Alaska won't make it 'white'." ~ Bing Crosby
December 3, 2025 at 7:15 PM
"Unless we make Christmas an occasion to share our blessings, all the snow in Alaska won't make it 'white'." ~ Bing Crosby
"The best things in life aren't things." ~ Art Buchwald
December 3, 2025 at 5:02 PM
"The best things in life aren't things." ~ Art Buchwald
“I tell you, it’s not a proper winter without a decent snowman.” – Mr. Tumnus, Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
December 3, 2025 at 5:01 PM
“I tell you, it’s not a proper winter without a decent snowman.” – Mr. Tumnus, Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
With these children Santa has to be careful not to ask, "And what would you like for Christmas?”
― David Sedaris
― David Sedaris
December 3, 2025 at 5:01 PM
With these children Santa has to be careful not to ask, "And what would you like for Christmas?”
― David Sedaris
― David Sedaris
"I haven't got the slightest idea how to change people, but still I keep a long list of prospective candidates just in case I should ever figure it out." ~ David Sedaris
December 3, 2025 at 5:00 PM
"I haven't got the slightest idea how to change people, but still I keep a long list of prospective candidates just in case I should ever figure it out." ~ David Sedaris
Maybe Christmas, the Grinch thought, doesn't come from a store.
Dr. Seuss
Dr. Seuss
December 3, 2025 at 4:59 PM
Maybe Christmas, the Grinch thought, doesn't come from a store.
Dr. Seuss
Dr. Seuss
Not that I would wear this anywhere, but I am thinking what a hit I would be at the animal shelter... (Sausage Queen- Sponsored by the Zion Meat Company for National Hot Dog Week, 1955)
December 3, 2025 at 12:43 PM
Not that I would wear this anywhere, but I am thinking what a hit I would be at the animal shelter... (Sausage Queen- Sponsored by the Zion Meat Company for National Hot Dog Week, 1955)
I guess we never get too old to do goofy stuff; we just get old enough to think we do. ~Leave It To Beaver, "Beaver's Rat," 1961, written by Joe Connelly and Bob Mosher
December 3, 2025 at 12:37 PM
I guess we never get too old to do goofy stuff; we just get old enough to think we do. ~Leave It To Beaver, "Beaver's Rat," 1961, written by Joe Connelly and Bob Mosher
Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (cats feel this way too)
December 3, 2025 at 12:33 PM
Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (cats feel this way too)
If you really want to be depressed, weigh yourself in grams. ~Jason Love
December 3, 2025 at 12:32 PM
If you really want to be depressed, weigh yourself in grams. ~Jason Love
Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale. ~Author unknown
December 3, 2025 at 12:31 PM
Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale. ~Author unknown
Christmas is come and every hearth
Makes room to give him welcome now
E'en want will dry its tears in mirth
And crown him wi' a holly bough...
-John Clare
Makes room to give him welcome now
E'en want will dry its tears in mirth
And crown him wi' a holly bough...
-John Clare
December 3, 2025 at 12:28 PM
Christmas is come and every hearth
Makes room to give him welcome now
E'en want will dry its tears in mirth
And crown him wi' a holly bough...
-John Clare
Makes room to give him welcome now
E'en want will dry its tears in mirth
And crown him wi' a holly bough...
-John Clare
He will not come to him this year with all his oldtime joy
An imitation Santa Claus must serve his little boy;
Christmas Eve he will not come by any happy chance;
This year Santa Claus must guard a trench in France.
-EGuest
An imitation Santa Claus must serve his little boy;
Christmas Eve he will not come by any happy chance;
This year Santa Claus must guard a trench in France.
-EGuest
December 3, 2025 at 12:19 PM
He will not come to him this year with all his oldtime joy
An imitation Santa Claus must serve his little boy;
Christmas Eve he will not come by any happy chance;
This year Santa Claus must guard a trench in France.
-EGuest
An imitation Santa Claus must serve his little boy;
Christmas Eve he will not come by any happy chance;
This year Santa Claus must guard a trench in France.
-EGuest
Every gift which is given, even though it be small, is in reality great, if it is given with affection
-Pindar
-Pindar
December 3, 2025 at 12:14 PM
Every gift which is given, even though it be small, is in reality great, if it is given with affection
-Pindar
-Pindar
She is flying there where the swarm is thickest. She never remains on the earth but flies up to theclouds. At midnight she flies through the streets&breathes with her frosty breath upon the windows; then the ice freezes on the panes into wonderful forms that look like flowers&castles.
—HCAndersen
—HCAndersen
December 3, 2025 at 12:14 PM
She is flying there where the swarm is thickest. She never remains on the earth but flies up to theclouds. At midnight she flies through the streets&breathes with her frosty breath upon the windows; then the ice freezes on the panes into wonderful forms that look like flowers&castles.
—HCAndersen
—HCAndersen
Brew me a cup for a winter’s night.
For the wind howls loud, and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I’ll toast your bright eyes, my sweetheart fair.
~Minna Thomas Antrim
For the wind howls loud, and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I’ll toast your bright eyes, my sweetheart fair.
~Minna Thomas Antrim
December 3, 2025 at 12:12 PM
Brew me a cup for a winter’s night.
For the wind howls loud, and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I’ll toast your bright eyes, my sweetheart fair.
~Minna Thomas Antrim
For the wind howls loud, and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I’ll toast your bright eyes, my sweetheart fair.
~Minna Thomas Antrim
"Christmas is coming, the geese are getting fat.
Please put a penny in the old man's hat.
If you haven't got a penny, a half penny will do.
If you haven't got a half penny, then God bless you."
- Traditional English Christmas rhyme
Please put a penny in the old man's hat.
If you haven't got a penny, a half penny will do.
If you haven't got a half penny, then God bless you."
- Traditional English Christmas rhyme
December 3, 2025 at 12:10 PM
"Christmas is coming, the geese are getting fat.
Please put a penny in the old man's hat.
If you haven't got a penny, a half penny will do.
If you haven't got a half penny, then God bless you."
- Traditional English Christmas rhyme
Please put a penny in the old man's hat.
If you haven't got a penny, a half penny will do.
If you haven't got a half penny, then God bless you."
- Traditional English Christmas rhyme
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
December 3, 2025 at 12:10 PM
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Good bread&drink, a good fire in the hall,
Brawn, pudding&souse, and good mustard withal.
Beef, mutton, and pork, and good pies of the best,
Pig, veal, goose, and capon, and turkey well drest,
Cheese, apples and nuts, and good carols to hear,
As then in the country is counted good cheer.
-TTusser
Brawn, pudding&souse, and good mustard withal.
Beef, mutton, and pork, and good pies of the best,
Pig, veal, goose, and capon, and turkey well drest,
Cheese, apples and nuts, and good carols to hear,
As then in the country is counted good cheer.
-TTusser
December 3, 2025 at 11:59 AM
Good bread&drink, a good fire in the hall,
Brawn, pudding&souse, and good mustard withal.
Beef, mutton, and pork, and good pies of the best,
Pig, veal, goose, and capon, and turkey well drest,
Cheese, apples and nuts, and good carols to hear,
As then in the country is counted good cheer.
-TTusser
Brawn, pudding&souse, and good mustard withal.
Beef, mutton, and pork, and good pies of the best,
Pig, veal, goose, and capon, and turkey well drest,
Cheese, apples and nuts, and good carols to hear,
As then in the country is counted good cheer.
-TTusser
Come, bring with a noise,
My merry, merry boys,
The Christmas Log to the firing;
While my good Dame, she
Bids ye all be free;
And drink to your heart's desiring.
-Robert Herrick
My merry, merry boys,
The Christmas Log to the firing;
While my good Dame, she
Bids ye all be free;
And drink to your heart's desiring.
-Robert Herrick
December 3, 2025 at 11:56 AM
Come, bring with a noise,
My merry, merry boys,
The Christmas Log to the firing;
While my good Dame, she
Bids ye all be free;
And drink to your heart's desiring.
-Robert Herrick
My merry, merry boys,
The Christmas Log to the firing;
While my good Dame, she
Bids ye all be free;
And drink to your heart's desiring.
-Robert Herrick
This winter I went sledding.
I crashed into a tree.
I ran into another one
while learning how to ski.
I froze my toes and fingers.
They hurt so much I cried.
So, yes, the snow is pretty,
but I think I’ll stay inside.
-Kenn Nesbitt
I crashed into a tree.
I ran into another one
while learning how to ski.
I froze my toes and fingers.
They hurt so much I cried.
So, yes, the snow is pretty,
but I think I’ll stay inside.
-Kenn Nesbitt
December 3, 2025 at 11:54 AM
This winter I went sledding.
I crashed into a tree.
I ran into another one
while learning how to ski.
I froze my toes and fingers.
They hurt so much I cried.
So, yes, the snow is pretty,
but I think I’ll stay inside.
-Kenn Nesbitt
I crashed into a tree.
I ran into another one
while learning how to ski.
I froze my toes and fingers.
They hurt so much I cried.
So, yes, the snow is pretty,
but I think I’ll stay inside.
-Kenn Nesbitt
All hail tothedays that merit more praise
Than all the rest oftheyear
Welcome the nights that doubledelights
As well for thepoor as thepeer!
Goodfortune attend each merry man's friend
That doth but the best that he may
Forgetting old wrongs with carols&songs
To drive the cold winter away.
-Anon 1625
Than all the rest oftheyear
Welcome the nights that doubledelights
As well for thepoor as thepeer!
Goodfortune attend each merry man's friend
That doth but the best that he may
Forgetting old wrongs with carols&songs
To drive the cold winter away.
-Anon 1625
December 3, 2025 at 11:51 AM
All hail tothedays that merit more praise
Than all the rest oftheyear
Welcome the nights that doubledelights
As well for thepoor as thepeer!
Goodfortune attend each merry man's friend
That doth but the best that he may
Forgetting old wrongs with carols&songs
To drive the cold winter away.
-Anon 1625
Than all the rest oftheyear
Welcome the nights that doubledelights
As well for thepoor as thepeer!
Goodfortune attend each merry man's friend
That doth but the best that he may
Forgetting old wrongs with carols&songs
To drive the cold winter away.
-Anon 1625
There is always music among the trees in the garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it. -Minnie Aumonier
December 3, 2025 at 11:48 AM
There is always music among the trees in the garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it. -Minnie Aumonier
As we struggle with shopping lists and invitations, compounded by December's bad weather, it is good to be reminded that there are people in our lives who are worth this aggravation, and people to whom we are worth the same.
Donald E. Westlake
Donald E. Westlake
December 3, 2025 at 11:37 AM
As we struggle with shopping lists and invitations, compounded by December's bad weather, it is good to be reminded that there are people in our lives who are worth this aggravation, and people to whom we are worth the same.
Donald E. Westlake
Donald E. Westlake