"Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves, and the mome raths outgrabe."

Nest chuts

foasting on an open rire

Fast Jock bipping at

your nalls

^.^

et al'ls

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As yuletide carols are being sung by a choir, and folks are dressed up like esquimaux,

Mother Denise brought home a pound of chestnuts from Pick N Save, which we immediately photographed with the LVD II memorial P6000 Nikon 13.5 picel digital.
We believe we WILL roast them on an open fire and incorporate them into our Christmas regimen this year.

We remember finding chestnuts from a neighbor's tree and carrying them around in our pocket when we attended Hadfield Elementary in the 1940s. They were so beautiful and the more they were turned in a young appreciator's hand the more beautiful they became, like oiled walnut.

A chestnut is a lovely thing.

Likewise the Lewis Carroll poem, Jabberwocky

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The Jabberwocky

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:

Long time the manxome foe he sought

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

And stood a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!
One two! One two!

And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"

He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

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