Late (and wet) I arrive to the closing hours of the Great Ball I was diverted by the pounding of the waves on the rocks - thinking it was you all leaping around in kangaroo style to the beat of "Staying Alive" Anyway emerging in the maelstrom of the surf on the rocks did the benefit of washing all the dirt from my body and tattered miners clothes However I had to scrub the tallow from my singed fingers with sand (ouchies) So here I am, ready to dance barefoot tangos (were they even around way back then) with the ladies That's me barefoot - they can skewer me with their heels - not vice versa But first some Christmas noggin and with a bit of luck a lttle later some snoggin' under the mistletoe And may I hitch a ride back to Antipodes at thend of these festivities ? I now know why my forefathers gave up mining Back breaking work ! And to those who are not at the party ... a Merry Christmas, or Season's Greetings, and to every one a Happy New Year On 25/12/2013 04:12, hlmw wrote: > Well, here it is Christmas Eve. All the animals, the dancers and their > sometimes ghostly partners are gathered in the ballroom having stuffed > themselves on some of that weird food in the Banquet Room. The animals, > wearing their feather boas, are dancing a dainty tap dance to "Tea for > Two" -- Two for tea and tea for two and you for me and you for me and we for > them and they for us and ... The Parrots are wearing their top hats and > tails and swinging their canes-- whoops, it has suddenly turned into a > lively Can Can with paws, claws, hoofs, tails kicking high . Everyone is > dancing now. > There goes Mistress Agnes, sorry to see her leave, on the other hand, less > competition for me. > The Busty Lady had an accident on the virtual circular stair-case on her way > up to the ballroom. The parrots accidentally slipped the very large bowl of > trifle onto the top of staircase just as she was coming up. It gathered > speed as it flew round and round inside the lighthouse. I doubt that she > will make it up to the ballroom... such a shame. > Ah, here comes my partner . He looks better every year . His name is > Gregory, a famous actor and Geoff, my Siwash Sweater wearing cousin is > waiting for the next dance. I wonder if Ed will ask me to dance.I am wearing > my glowing gown and tiara. He should be able to spot me in this crowd. > Turn up the light Mr. Harbour Master so that the whole world can see all of > us dancing this joyous Christmas Eve. > Leaping Lorna of the Lit Up Lighthouse

Happy Christmas, one and all! Catherine -----Original Message----- From: Ed <olifant@optushome.com.au> To: cornish <cornish@rootsweb.com> Sent: Tue, 24 Dec 2013 21:25 Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2013 Late (and wet) I arrive to the closing hours of the Great Ball I was diverted by the pounding of the waves on the rocks - thinking it was you all leaping around in kangaroo style to the beat of "Staying Alive" Anyway emerging in the maelstrom of the surf on the rocks did the benefit of washing all the dirt from my body and tattered miners clothes However I had to scrub the tallow from my singed fingers with sand (ouchies) So here I am, ready to dance barefoot tangos (were they even around way back then) with the ladies That's me barefoot - they can skewer me with their heels - not vice versa But first some Christmas noggin and with a bit of luck a lttle later some snoggin' under the mistletoe And may I hitch a ride back to Antipodes at thend of these festivities ? I now know why my forefathers gave up mining Back breaking work ! And to those who are not at the party ... a Merry Christmas, or Season's Greetings, and to every one a Happy New Year On 25/12/2013 04:12, hlmw wrote: > Well, here it is Christmas Eve. All the animals, the dancers and their > sometimes ghostly partners are gathered in the ballroom having stuffed > themselves on some of that weird food in the Banquet Room. The animals, > wearing their feather boas, are dancing a dainty tap dance to "Tea for > Two" -- Two for tea and tea for two and you for me and you for me and we for > them and they for us and ... The Parrots are wearing their top hats and > tails and swinging their canes-- whoops, it has suddenly turned into a > lively Can Can with paws, claws, hoofs, tails kicking high . Everyone is > dancing now. > There goes Mistress Agnes, sorry to see her leave, on the other hand, less > competition for me. > The Busty Lady had an accident on the virtual circular stair-case on her way > up to the ballroom. The parrots accidentally slipped the very large bowl of > trifle onto the top of staircase just as she was coming up. It gathered > speed as it flew round and round inside the lighthouse. I doubt that she > will make it up to the ballroom... such a shame. > Ah, here comes my partner . He looks better every year . His name is > Gregory, a famous actor and Geoff, my Siwash Sweater wearing cousin is > waiting for the next dance. I wonder if Ed will ask me to dance.I am wearing > my glowing gown and tiara. He should be able to spot me in this crowd. > Turn up the light Mr. Harbour Master so that the whole world can see all of > us dancing this joyous Christmas Eve. > Leaping Lorna of the Lit Up Lighthouse ------------------------------- Subscribe to digest by sending an email to CORNISH-D-request@rootsweb.com with the word SUBSCRIBE in the subject line and body text. If you want, MIME digests, email CORNISH-admin@rootsweb.com. Unsubscribe from either by sending an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CORNISH-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message