
Life, it is a stage.
Sweetheart, it's not always true.
Sometimes, just look like you.
Life, it is a stage.
Sweetheart, it's not always true.
Sometimes, just look like you.
I know you are not the real Santa, that you are one of Santa’s helpers.
I got a letter in the mail from the real Santa. He told me that I made the ‘Nice List’ again this year.
Exactly how many Santa helpers are there?
Rudolph is my favourite reindeer. I love his shiny red nose.
Why don’t the other reindeer allow Rudolph to join in anyone the reindeer games. It’s really mean of them.
I want to wish you, Santa, and all of the rest of Santa’s helpers a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
The Nutcracker was written in 1816 by Prussian author E.T.A. Hoffman.
The Nutcracker is a story where a favourite Christmas toy, a Nutcracker, comes to life.
After defeating the evil Mouse King in battle, the Nutcracker whisks Clara away to the magical kingdom populated by dolls.
In 1892, the Russian composer Pyatr Ilyich Tchaikovsky and choreographers Marius Petipa and Lev Ivanou turned Alexander Dumas’ adaptation of the story into the Ballet, The Nutcracker.
Our favourite character is the Mouse King!
As the cold wind blows,
it freezes your nose.
Eye lashes freeze,
with a light breeze.
The layers keep you warm,
as you walk through the storm.
Of a cold,Canadian winter.
A snowflake dances,
as Jack Frost prances.
Painting the autumn grasses
white.
Everything,
sparkles and
twinkles.
And a dog's face,
smiles!
Four reason why I love Springwater Provincial Park!
Traveling down forest lanes lit up with hundreds of thousands of twinkling lights in anticipation of Christmas, the birthday of little baby Jesus.
For decades now, Springwater Provincial Park has been a gathering place for emigrant families…..a tradition that continues to continue.
A very special and intimate spot to honour the lives lost to keep our land ‘strong and free.’
A partnership between the province of Ontario and the Beausoleil First Nations, operates and maintains the park. The park remains a spiritual place where ancestral ceremonies continue today.
A chick-a-dee
lands
On an out stretched
hand.
Confident,
Bold,
Self assured.
A human friend
Among the flock.
In a treetop,
down on the
ground.
It peeks,
and it peeks,
at the seeds,
inside.
A suspended
perch,
above
the ground.
Raindrops,
like dew drops,
glitter
on the ground.
They sparkle
and
they shimmer.
They don't make a sound.
Water for spiders,
for bugs,
and for flies.
For beetles,
for slugs,
and bees
near their hives.
Gathered like lace,
their patterns
sublime.
Beautifully placed
in the swirling
abyss
of time.
We were a bit better prepared for our second venture into The Tree Museum.
An earlier start, on a much cooler day, fortified with a healthy supply of water and snacks, the trek into the forest was a much more pleasant adventure.
We left the lens caps on our cameras until we completed the 1.5k hike to the gates leading into The Tree Museum.
We came upon an area of the forest enchanted with magical mirrors. Magical mirrors that reflected revolving images of sky, earth and trees.
At the end of the day. At the end of an 8k hike. A camera full of photos. A mind full of memories. A hot fire. And a cup of cocoa.
water ebbs
water flows
over fingers
over toes
it washes your face
it cleanses your soul
leaving a trace
making you whole
it swims through your mind
it tickles your feet
it makes you smile
at those you meet
I love it
as water
I love it
as ice
water
it waters the world
making
everything right