tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post5848434491548001665..comments2024-03-27T08:18:53.376-07:00Comments on JustJoshin Publishing, Inc.: Advent Calendar Day 5Josh Lanyonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11944091956589831656noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-22692656151005952372016-12-21T07:45:32.128-08:002016-12-21T07:45:32.128-08:00Hey Jordan! You're our randomly selected winne...Hey Jordan! You're our randomly selected winner for this one! :-) Drop me a line with your snail mail address.Josh Lanyonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11944091956589831656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-24521515547073810972016-12-16T20:21:56.916-08:002016-12-16T20:21:56.916-08:00one that stands out for me was the year my daughte...one that stands out for me was the year my daughter was born, 4 days before Christmas. She had a couple of health issues (nothing major) that required we stay in hospital over Christmas. I really wanted to have a "day pass" and visit my family for our usual Christmas lunch but it became obvious early in the day that it wasn't going to happen (I found out I was allergic to morphine). So I got to spend Christmas in hospital which I imagined was going to be horrible...but it was anything but! My family visited in little groups throughout the day, the nurses were brilliant, little gifts for mum and bub were handed out, lunch ended up being the best meal I've ever had in hospital (I've had plenty to compare by..) In the end it was a really nice day :)Lee Toddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07063574040534108712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-81484299797192654742016-12-13T14:31:48.336-08:002016-12-13T14:31:48.336-08:00That reminds me of that movie. Old Acquaintance. :...That reminds me of that movie. Old Acquaintance. :-) It sounds like a great way to spend the holiday to me. Josh Lanyonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11944091956589831656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-78940901571109413952016-12-13T14:30:33.275-08:002016-12-13T14:30:33.275-08:00:-D :-D :-D
Sometimes I wonder how any of us sur...:-D :-D :-D <br /><br />Sometimes I wonder how any of us survive adolescence! Josh Lanyonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11944091956589831656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-34828067391206185642016-12-13T14:30:01.301-08:002016-12-13T14:30:01.301-08:00They have energy for the holiday at that age! :-DThey have energy for the holiday at that age! :-DJosh Lanyonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11944091956589831656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-3067394939144102002016-12-13T14:28:57.753-08:002016-12-13T14:28:57.753-08:00I bet a lot of us share that memory with you! :-D ...I bet a lot of us share that memory with you! :-D Josh Lanyonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11944091956589831656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-10418564621256631732016-12-13T14:28:33.456-08:002016-12-13T14:28:33.456-08:00You made me tear up! But it's a sweet memory.You made me tear up! But it's a sweet memory.Josh Lanyonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11944091956589831656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-11499164135535086642016-12-13T14:27:43.186-08:002016-12-13T14:27:43.186-08:00Aw! Poor sick baby. But it's those little quie...Aw! Poor sick baby. But it's those little quiet moments that make the holidays magical.Josh Lanyonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11944091956589831656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-29625328297207838882016-12-13T14:27:02.647-08:002016-12-13T14:27:02.647-08:00What a thoughtful thing to do -- how great that a ...What a thoughtful thing to do -- how great that a genuine friendship sprang from it. Josh Lanyonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11944091956589831656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-69868321031408974562016-12-13T14:26:17.393-08:002016-12-13T14:26:17.393-08:00Oh what a gorgeous moment!Oh what a gorgeous moment!Josh Lanyonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11944091956589831656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-25545353286286577322016-12-09T11:24:41.731-08:002016-12-09T11:24:41.731-08:00Hey Nancy! I've made a note of this, so I'...Hey Nancy! I've made a note of this, so I'm going to go ahead and delete your address from the comments. :-) Josh Lanyonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11944091956589831656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-77699850622426815642016-12-09T11:19:58.767-08:002016-12-09T11:19:58.767-08:00It's not exactly a Christmas memory, but last ...It's not exactly a Christmas memory, but last year I brewed up some wassail (I believe according to the recipe you shared haha), lugged the giant pot over to my friend's house, and we just enjoyed each other's company as the year wound down to zero. Although two of our friends also ended up joining us, and we popped some champagne with the picture-perfect bubbles spilling out. J.L. Kindlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08923299464857588306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-17310757344109302702016-12-06T21:33:13.349-08:002016-12-06T21:33:13.349-08:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11939098826842667529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-62546452656839048032016-12-06T21:26:58.443-08:002016-12-06T21:26:58.443-08:00Thank you for sharing the video! I think my favor...Thank you for sharing the video! I think my favorite holiday memory is the last Christmas all five of my brothers lived at home. We had lots of snow and the three oldest pulled the rest of us around on tractor inner tubes tied behind snowmobiles! In hindsight I don't know why I was never killed by their antics!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11939098826842667529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-15415058672986549512016-12-06T14:31:24.376-08:002016-12-06T14:31:24.376-08:00Enjoyed the old cartoon.
I enjoy each year seeing ...Enjoyed the old cartoon.<br />I enjoy each year seeing my son develop as Mr Christmas - from pestering to get a tree he now is key in actually getting it to te house and up, he does the outside lights, decorates the tree - he has even been known to set the Christmas table a week in advance. He is now 17 so we shall see how long it lasts!Suzehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15984860294524064795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-63305248426609400122016-12-05T13:29:53.606-08:002016-12-05T13:29:53.606-08:00And just "To Nancy" is fine. :)And just "To Nancy" is fine. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13159887555615435437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-61136883801187694322016-12-05T13:28:26.422-08:002016-12-05T13:28:26.422-08:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13159887555615435437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-10186277728706099992016-12-05T12:30:03.868-08:002016-12-05T12:30:03.868-08:00Well, sadly - all of us are grown-ups or almost gr...Well, sadly - all of us are grown-ups or almost grown-ups now too, but the youngest are still "kids"! (...but try to tell a very-adult-sixteen-year-old that you consider her a kid... <br /><br />Ps. I think I've sent you an e-mail with my address but giving my luck - I might mix it up somehow.Merrikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13606179313571872130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-77678043425359006182016-12-05T12:21:19.258-08:002016-12-05T12:21:19.258-08:00I love these old cartoons. One of my favorite Chri...I love these old cartoons. One of my favorite Christmas memories is Dad with his movie camera (way before video cameras). It had a light bar on it with 4 big, hot, bright spotlight bulbs. We all spent Christmas mornings blinded by the light! Denisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18244907274701378990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-36579167472929595042016-12-05T11:30:28.640-08:002016-12-05T11:30:28.640-08:00My father loved babies, but once you were able to ...My father loved babies, but once you were able to walk and talk, he was uninterested in you. To my recollection, he had never shown any interest in what I was doing as a middle-schooler or teenager. He never went to PTA meetings or any of my performances, and he was indifferent about my awards, etc. The year before he and my mom divorced, I was caroling with my Girl Scout troop and the last houses we were going to were the houses of the troop members. We were, of course, running late. I told them to skip my house because my mother would be putting the younger kids to sleep and my father didn't care. After we finished our caroling I was dropped off at my house. My father burst out of the front door, a video camera in his hand and a puzzled look on his face. "Where are the singers?" he asked. When I told him that I asked them to skip our house because no one was interested--that was the first and only time I ever saw hurt on my father's face. He covered it up quickly, put the camera away and didn't mention it again. But that is the Christmas I will never forget--the one that showed me, albeit for an instant, that my father actually cared. Ruby2https://www.blogger.com/profile/17511546580101628194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-34422246296773940972016-12-05T11:03:07.293-08:002016-12-05T11:03:07.293-08:00My favorite Christmas memory is from when I was in...My favorite Christmas memory is from when I was in grade school. It was Christmas Eve and I was sick as a dog. I got out of bed late Christmas Eve (it was probably close to midnight) and everybody was asleep except my Mom. She was in the kitchen making cheesecake bars. I sat up and talked to her for a few minutes before going back to bed. The next morning I was so sick I couldn't move. Our bedroom was off the living room and I managed to make it to door where I huddled next to the floor vent (our house was built in the 1800s) wrapped in a blanket, and watched while the family unwrapped their gifts.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08290196391925149152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-67373166942280250252016-12-05T10:55:34.085-08:002016-12-05T10:55:34.085-08:00One of my best Christmas memory is from ten years ...One of my best Christmas memory is from ten years ago... I had just moved to my new flat and I met some of my neighbours. One of them was a middle aged man who seemed to be quite alone in the world. Divorced, no kids, no family. I decided to take him to my family for Christmas Eve, and it turned out to be a really good decision. He brought happiness to our table. Now he's gone, he moved to a different country some three years ago, but we are still in contact and I still remember with fondness that Christmas Eve together.booksandmorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08532708449690859492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-57177529759551889112016-12-05T10:38:01.684-08:002016-12-05T10:38:01.684-08:00Last year was a group of carol singer in the inner...Last year was a group of carol singer in the inner city, singing next to my shop. It is always very loud, because there are so many people on the street. And then - silence - everybody listened to this very good singers. It gave me shivers and the absolute feeling of Christmas. Sabinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11167824685756787082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-215095994633866262016-12-05T10:08:22.697-08:002016-12-05T10:08:22.697-08:00That's lovely. I'd miss the build up of ha...That's lovely. I'd miss the build up of having the tree to enjoy each day and night, but how magical Christmas morning would be.Josh Lanyonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11944091956589831656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411894864312049426.post-5364665725720719332016-12-05T10:07:22.431-08:002016-12-05T10:07:22.431-08:00:-)
I agree with your grandfather. Christmas with...:-)<br /><br />I agree with your grandfather. Christmas without kids is just sort of...quiet. We always dash from sister to sister so we can enjoy the kidlings. Of course, they're all in their teens and twenties now, but still. :-D Josh Lanyonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11944091956589831656noreply@blogger.com