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In my last posting I gave you Clement C. Moore’s Christmas poem. So Sorry Mr. Moore, but you poem has become an American classic. So much so that there are a number of Parodies that have been written using your theme. This is just one example. The author is unknown.

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the pad,

There was nada happenin', now thats pretty bad.
The woodstove was hung up in that stocking routine,
In hopes that the Fat Boy would soon make the scene.

With our stomachs packed with tacos and beer,
My girl and I crashed on the couch for some cheer.
When out in the yard there arose such a racket,
I ran for the door and pulled on my jacket.

I saw a large bro' on a '56 Pan
Wearin' black leathers, a cap, and boots (cool biker, man).
He hauled up the bars on that bikeful of sacks,
And that Pan hit the roof like it was running on tracks.

I couldn't help gawking, the old guy had class.
But I had to go in -- I was freezing my ass.
Down through the stovepipe he fell with a crash,
And out of the stove he came dragging his stash.

With a smile and some glee he passed out the loot,
A new jacket for her and some parts for my scoot.
He patted her fanny and shook my right hand,
Spun on his heel and up the stovepipe he ran.

From up on the roof came a great deal of thunder,
As that massive V-twin ripped the silence asunder.
With beard in the wind, he roared off in the night,

Shouting, “Have a cool Yule, and to all a good ride!”

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This classic poem by Clement C. Moore was written in 1822 and has become an American Classic. Also known as A Visit From St. Nicholas this poem has often been read to children across America and the world on Christmas Eve. It is with great honor to Mr. Moore that Bob’s Gift Baskets offers up his poem here in this blog.

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

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Okay you have an occasion coming up or a friend or family member is ill. Maybe you just want to say thank you or a holiday is coming up. The bottom line is you now have to select a gift to give.

Trying to pick a gift out in a store or online can quickly become a real chore unless you already have something in mind. It is very easy to spend hours walking around a mall trying to come up with an idea. It is also easy to spend hours on-line searching for a gift idea.

So why not save yourself a lot of time and headaches. Give a gift basket.

Why give a gift baskets?

For one thing it is one of the easiest gifts to give. Everyone likes to snack or try new delicacies and you don’t have to worry about things like do they already have this or will they like my gift. Bob’s Gift Baskets offers a wide variety of gift selections to fit your every need and it is so easy. Just pick your basket out, include a gift card message and it is on its way you your recipient.

Bob’s Gift Baskets has broken down its gift selections into a range of categories to help you select that perfect gift. Know a sports enthusiast, there is a sports page. Need a holiday gift, there are several to chose from. Need to send a get well gift or a care package, look no further. Need something to give that new mom, Bob’s Gift Baskets has the perfect gift for that.

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We all know that the first Thanksgiving was held in 1621 by the Pilgrims who landed at Plymouth Rock right? Sorry but that is wrong.

The first recorded Thanksgiving in what would become the United States was in September of 1565 in what would become St. Augustine Florida by 600 Spanish settlers. Since this colony did become part of the United States, it is the first Thanksgiving held in the United States.

Another Thanksgiving was held in April of 1598 by another Spanish colony just outside of what would become El Paso, Texas.

Yet another was held in December of 1619 by English settlers in the Virginia colony of Berkeley Hundred on the James River.

And yet history still records the first Thanksgiving as being held at the English Plymouth colony in the fall of 1621. Exact dates are still being argued, but it was held to as a harvest feast to celebrate their first harvest. It wasn’t even called a Thanksgiving celebration. It is rather iconic that this has become known as the “First Thanksgiving” while the 1565 Spanish celebration was a Thanksgiving Mass.

Well it really does not matter who gets the credit, but now we all know that Thanksgiving is celebrated in the United States on the fourth Thursday of November. This year that is on the 26^th.

Fall Festival Gift Pail

Bob’s Gift Baskets has the perfect way to help you get in the mood. You’ve only got nine days till Thanksgiving so visit our Fall/Thanksgiving page at http://www.bobsgiftbaskets.com/page/315186213 and give thanks.