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That is awesome, Bemused! I love it!

"For Máire in Scandinavia
A bottle of Kiwi brew
To warm thy inner spirit
Inside your little igloo"


~Thanks Bemused! ~

I will sit here and wait for that Kiwi brew to come...

Not sure that the Christmas Spirit is coming to my house this year... and I no longer wonder why.
I feel sorry and sad for my children who do not get to see the happy side of this wonderful celebration of LIFE... I wish that I could find a button to push that would make this "all right" and that would make it happier. There is none.


*still waiting for the kiwi brew*

I've just contacted Santa
He's loading up the sleigh
The Kiwi brew is on board
And will soon be on it's way

And believe me there is plenty
For we Kiwis love to drink
We can knock it back
Really really let it sink

Don't mention this to our friends
They think we are a strange lot
And we don't want to confuse things
By admitting our alcoholic fuelled rot

Oh we drink to anything
Especially when we beat our neighbours with the ball
Or win an Oscar, loose a boat race
Or anything at all

Of course I don't touch the stuff
I'm drier than the average Triber
Due to liver trouble as a child
I have never been an imbiber

So you can have my portion
Gin, Whiskey, Moonshine and Rum
Beer, Cider, Sherry
Flavoured, Kiwifruit, Apple or Plum

Of course I'm not advocating drowning sorrows
No need when we're all about
Just tell us if you need a hand
And we'll see if we can help out

O.k. Santa is almost loaded
I need to assist him with take off run
For he's heavily loaded with Kiwi brew
Destined for land of little sun

And that lot is about what I consumed most days. The old Aussie was filled with more spirit than a Pentecostal at a revival meeting!

And just in case there is any nice Triber reading this and praising God that old Aussie has found God again and is sober, don't!!!!!!!! Look in the mirror and see someone who did nothing to stop this terrible waste, then ask why you never reached out, why you still don't reach out. The answer is simple, you are not a true Christian at all, just someone who is doing the job they have been told to do, who is thinking how they have been told to and who won't lift a finger because they are so blinded by their own supposed goodness.

This is the season of our Saviours birth, find the gift of compassion this Christmas. Reach out with no strings attached, reach out to someone you should have helped decades ago and do it before it is to late! Put the true compassion of Christ back into your life this Christmas.

I shall beat Raz to it and offer an "Amen" to your insightful post.

Funny thing happened this week, I caused a little confusion and it was assumed that you (Aussie) are in fact my sister by one of our esteemed posters. So I had a think about it and came to the conclusion that although biologically this is not the case, it would be nice to have a sister with such passion and forthrightness.

Sometimes the road we have travelled together makes us more like brothers and sisters than the biological soup we inherit from our real siblings. For oft is the case that our real siblings choose not to accompany us on the journey we find ourselves on, but to take very different paths. Paths that will quite possibly never cross again. Sometimes we catch glimpses of the path that our siblings have taken, especially at Christmas time and we wonder if they are truly happy and free on their journeys. Often we cannot see their paths, for they have been enveloped by the fogs of influences from which they have not been able to free themselves and we feel some compassion for the situations that they find themselves in.
For some of us, by choice we walk a very different path from that of our families. Sometimes as a matter of necessity or sanity and sometimes to comply with a conscience that is restless.

So to all my "sisters" who fly with the wings of Eagles (or a variation of the same), a toast to our "families" be they genetically similar or adopted .

A hearty "Amen", to my sister and brother Downunder, where it is already Sunday!