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Christmas Eve. Smile. Your dog, too.

Bacon + Manger = Banger? (with a hard "j" sound)

Here, at the Meativity Scene, though, a bacon-wrapped cocktail weenie is at the center of the Holiday. No wonder it always gets stolen from town centers!

TWO days left ’til Christmas. What new seasonal images will I come up with for tomorrow’s post? Check and see!

The Mistletoe Headband

The Mistletoe Headband: Better known as, how to become the most avoided person at your next holiday party. This headband should also come with a sign to wear around your neck reading, “I’m desperate to hook up.”

Holly Jolly

And the bacon I told you about… It’s not quite ready, check back tomorrow. Happee Hollidaze, Humans.

A very thrifty Christmas

This picture is enrapturing: It shows that all you need around the holidays is a sense of humor. You don’t need a lot of lights, your neighbor does. You just have to be creative.

More to come tomorrow… Do I smell bacon?

My only real personal story relating to Mardi Gras goes back to eighth grade, first year of french class. My best friend at the time, Robin, and I were one of many groups who had to bake a King’s Cake. The King’s Cake has a tiny plastic baby in it (I know, woahhh) and whomever gets the small plastic infant in their bite of cake, they are the King for the day. Our cake involved a lot of frosting dye (purple, green and yellow of course) and it was a kind of cinnamon role deliciousness cake. I kind of wish I had some now.

Now this holiday has a lot of religious celebrations and is originally a religious holiday. I am not sorry that religion has never been a part of my life, and my only story typically revolves around food. I don’t mean any disrespect here, I just only know the cake side. And since I’ve never traveled to New Orleans (which I would one day for Mardi Gras) and am now only 21, I’ve never had the uncontrollable drunken experience of Mardi Gras. I’m sure some readers out there have.

Any good Mardi Gras stories out there to share? Lets hear them, please!

Write On!

Special thanks to Lauren Fitzgerald for taking and sending this picture, via cellphone, from NYC!

“Why do you have so much alcohol in the house?” “I like to drink.” (My dad to my cousin)

“What’s a Hannah Montana?” (My grandfather)

“What is that? E-mail on your cell phone? i just use mine for phone calls. I don’t do that text messaging. Is that what it’s called? The whole thing is too much for me.” (My grandfather again, he will appear a lot in this section)

“Yeah, it’s nice to see everyone again…I definitely need a drink though.” (My brother)

“Should we just order chinese or is that too cliche? Jews ordering Chinese on Christmas?” (My brother)

“This truly is amazing.” – My uncle to my father, over Skype.

“America is the land of opportunity! Not Germany.” – My grandmother, in reaction to the news that my sister would be moving to Germany so her husband can get his Ph. D.

“Gram can go get it.” – Myself, after patiently helping Gram down the stairs on the way out to the car, when my father realized she had forgotten something upstairs.

“You’re still playing Bejewled?!” – My sister, several times during the break.

“Don’t mind if I do!” – My brother-in-law, in response to whether he wants another beer or not.