Lord, this is my prayer Not only on Christmas Day But until I see Palin in the White House Or the Red Sox win again (whichever comes last) May I live my life this way:
Just like the city of Boston I ever hope in the playoffs to be, Gives us Teixeira in Your loving arms Trusting in Henry and Theo almightily.
And like the growing Celtics child To the playoffs daily driving, May I ever seek tickets to complement My ESPN and MLB EXTRA watching.
Like the FANS so faithful Let me follow in their light, Paintface and bold, in your face and strong Not afraid to face the Yanks.
Nor cowardly to suffer the loss And stand for pointing blame alone, Knowing next season Your kingdom Awaits my Fenway home.
Not afraid to bunt and sacrifice Though great may be the cost, Mindful how Big Papi rescued me From broken-hearted loss.
Like our defeated curse The babe, the sox, twice won, May my life forever speak Of who the sox beat and all they've done.
So while the Phils may have won rejoice And celebrate a new birth, We treasure the Red Soxs, the greatest gift Unequaled in their worth.
I long to hear opening day songs Sweet Caroline - HO, HO, HO. Good times never seemed so good - SO GOOD, SO GOOD, SO GOOD. I've been inclined To believe they never would OH, No, No
And may the Red Sox welcome others Who will join with me in praise Because I lived for the Red Sox Not only during the winning Days
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13 comments:
Santa or arboreal Statue of Liberty... YOU decide!
The perfect Christmas tree top ornament.
Remember "Blue Christmas"?
I do!
Blue Monk.
New and Improved
Lord, this is my prayer
Not only on Christmas Day
But until I see Palin in the White House
Or the Red Sox win again (whichever comes last)
May I live my life this way:
Just like the city of Boston
I ever hope in the playoffs to be,
Gives us Teixeira in Your loving arms
Trusting in Henry and Theo almightily.
And like the growing Celtics child
To the playoffs daily driving,
May I ever seek tickets to complement
My ESPN and MLB EXTRA watching.
Like the FANS so faithful
Let me follow in their light,
Paintface and bold, in your face and strong
Not afraid to face the Yanks.
Nor cowardly to suffer the loss
And stand for pointing blame alone,
Knowing next season Your kingdom
Awaits my Fenway home.
Not afraid to bunt and sacrifice
Though great may be the cost,
Mindful how Big Papi rescued me
From broken-hearted loss.
Like our defeated curse
The babe, the sox, twice won,
May my life forever speak
Of who the sox beat and all they've done.
So while the Phils may have won rejoice
And celebrate a new birth,
We treasure the Red Soxs, the greatest gift
Unequaled in their worth.
I long to hear opening day songs
Sweet Caroline - HO, HO, HO.
Good times never seemed so good - SO GOOD, SO GOOD, SO GOOD.
I've been inclined
To believe they never would
OH, No, No
And may the Red Sox welcome others
Who will join with me in praise
Because I lived for the Red Sox
Not only during the winning Days
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garage,
Thanks for turning me on to Thelonious Monk.
You have good taste in music even if you are a liberal.
Thanks for that garage.
It reminded me of this movie.
http://tinyurl.com/7s77rk
Of course Santa is blue. It never got above zero during the day today.
Blueberry pancakes.
jdeeripper, adorable.
My theory is we lost the professor to the mall.
I'm just going to have to hold on ;)
Lawgiver, Monk was one cool cat, glad you enjoyed.
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