Ich hab noch ein Wichtelgeschenk fertig gemacht, was ich aber erst nach Weihnachten zeigen kann, erstens weil es erst dann aufgemacht wird und zweitens weil ich - war klar - mal wieder das Foto vergessen habe.
Dann hab ich noch eine Seite für mein Weihnachtsalbum "12 things about Christmas" gemacht. Den Rohling habe ich schon seit einer Weile fertig, Einzelheiten dazu gibt es in Bastelmiris Forum beim Adventskalender, Türchen vom 2. Dezember.
Im Forum von Dani wurde gestern gecroppt, und da gab es Anregung eine Challenge, bei der ein Gedicht verscrappt werdens sollte. So sieht meine Seite dazu aus:
Text des Gedichtes:
Did you ever hear the story of the Christmas Tree
who just didn't want to change the show
He liked living in the woods and playing with squirrels,
he liked icicles and snow.
He liked wolves and eagles and grizzly bears
and critters and creatures that crawled.
Why bugs were some of his very best friends,
spiders and ants and all.
Now that's not to say that he ever looked down
on the vision of twinkling lights,
or on mirrored bubbles and peppermint canes
and a thousand other delights.
And he often had dreams of tiny reindeer
and a jolly old man and a sleigh
full of toys and presents and wonderful things,
and the story of Christmas Day.
Oh, Alfie believed in Christmas all right,
he was full of Christmas cheer.
All of each and every day
and all throughout the year.
To him it was more than a special time
much more than a special day,
It was more than a beautiful story.
it was a special kind of way.
You see, some folks have never heard a jingle bell ring,
And they've never heard of Santa Claus.
They've never heard the story of the Son of God.
And that made Alfie pause.
Did that mean that they'd never know of peace on earth
or the brotherhood of man?
Or know how to love, or know how to give?
If they can't, no one can.
You see, life is a very special kind of thing,
not just for a chosen few.
But for each and every living breathing thing.
Not just me and you.
So in your Christmas prayers this year,
Alfie asked me if I'd ask you
to say a prayer for the wind, and the water, and the wood,
and those who live there, too.
Eine weiter Anregung, die beim Crop vorgestellt wurde, war eine Geschenkschleife:
who just didn't want to change the show
He liked living in the woods and playing with squirrels,
he liked icicles and snow.
He liked wolves and eagles and grizzly bears
and critters and creatures that crawled.
Why bugs were some of his very best friends,
spiders and ants and all.
Now that's not to say that he ever looked down
on the vision of twinkling lights,
or on mirrored bubbles and peppermint canes
and a thousand other delights.
And he often had dreams of tiny reindeer
and a jolly old man and a sleigh
full of toys and presents and wonderful things,
and the story of Christmas Day.
Oh, Alfie believed in Christmas all right,
he was full of Christmas cheer.
All of each and every day
and all throughout the year.
To him it was more than a special time
much more than a special day,
It was more than a beautiful story.
it was a special kind of way.
You see, some folks have never heard a jingle bell ring,
And they've never heard of Santa Claus.
They've never heard the story of the Son of God.
And that made Alfie pause.
Did that mean that they'd never know of peace on earth
or the brotherhood of man?
Or know how to love, or know how to give?
If they can't, no one can.
You see, life is a very special kind of thing,
not just for a chosen few.
But for each and every living breathing thing.
Not just me and you.
So in your Christmas prayers this year,
Alfie asked me if I'd ask you
to say a prayer for the wind, and the water, and the wood,
and those who live there, too.
Eine weiter Anregung, die beim Crop vorgestellt wurde, war eine Geschenkschleife:
Und dann gab es noch von den Vorschlag, einen weihnachtlichen Bilderrahmen zu machen:
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