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Cheering Team

Dear Mr. Claus,

Another year has gone by and I still think about the day that you invited me to be a part of your official crew. I am, eternally, grateful for the opportunity to be your friend as well as take on some holiday responsibility.  I am writing to you with my gift list this year but I only ask for one thing. My friends are my family and they mean the world to me. I would like to ask you to bring them presents because, although I have stopped chewing on curtains, want to use my good throughout the year to bring those I love gifts. This would mean the world to me.

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I’ve Been To The North Pole!

For Bishop: Please bring him a new set of work gloves as his polar bear paws get cold when he has to work on equipment when it’s snowing out. If you can add a hat, scarf, and no snow when he’s trying to fix a forklift I ran into a tree that would be awesome. (Thank you for giving him the patience to put up with my forklift into various stuff last year. Maybe I need the gift of forklift lessons.)

To Marslean: Please bring her a helmet for when she’s practicing her flying. She is a marvelous flyer but I can be a distraction at times. I don’t want her to crash into the equipment company roof while I’m trying to show her how I can juggle candy canes AND sugar cookies AT THE SAME TIME! (Maybe I need the gift of not trying to get attention while others are trying to concentrate.)

To Tipsy: She is my best friend and the gift she has for watching over all of us has made us a real family. She’s short foot short inches but has the grace of someone who isn’t the height of a sack of potatoes. I would say platform heels but Tipsy is pretty ok with having to use a step stool, ladder scaffolding, and a box to reach the top kitchen cabinet shelves. Maybe some hair spray to replace all of the stuff I used trying to make my rainbow wig reach new (spectacular) heights. (Maybe I need to learn to ask before using someones stuff up.)

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I hope that I have been a good enough part of your team this year to receive gifts for my friends. Thank you for being a great holly jolly friend. Hope to see you in the off-season again for a bit of surfing.

Mr. C. Cow

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(A Note From Tipsy)

Mr. C. Cow doesn’t realize a few things this holiday season. it’s not in any bad way but it shows that he, as always, is never thinking about just himself. Mr. C. is concerned with the presents his friends are going to receive and this makes him want to make sure that they get what he feels they deserve. This is at the sacrifice of his own holiday gift receiving cheer. When he says that he feels bad for the various things he did in 2018 (accidentally crashing the forklift which was, not mentioned, on an icy pavement) this makes me want to explain why he shouldn’t feel bad for the actions that he couldn’t control.

*Bishop: The forklift was on an icy surface in bad weather. It skidded out and hit a port-a-potty. Disgusting? Yes! The deal is that it wasn’t Mr. C. Cow’s fault. He was just there.

*Marslean: I don’t need a helmet because I crash every time you make a joke Mr. C. Cow. Your jokes make me laugh, feel relaxed, and want to try harder. Without you I wouldn’t have a cheering team that owns their own pom poms.

*Tipsy: You are family Mr. C. Cow. You’ve been a permanent member of this family since I first met you. I don’t care if you use up all of my volumizing hair spray because you are considerate enough to go to the store and buy more. Even if you didn’t I would still love you. Santa Claus doesn’t need to bring any of us presents because we have you. And you deserve everything on your list.

Love,

Tipsy

Second Life Location: Christmas At The North Pole Village & Santa’s Workshop (M)

All photos edited and taken by….you guessed it….me!

 

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The Ultimate Gift

The stockings had been hung by the chimney with care. We had that whole hope of Saint Nicolas thing going on. Cookies and milk were left out. Carrots for hardworking reindeer (with only one Mr. C. Cow bite mark) had been eaten. The holidays have happened!

Huzzah!

What did Santa say to Mr. C. Cow on Christmas eve? When asked Mr. C., shyly, produced an official North Pole badge proclaiming him an official part of the Santa Reindeer Crew. I couldn’t help but tear up over this stunning gift. After all of these years seeking Kris Kringle just to have a conversation Mr. C. Cow was bestowed the honor to be a part of the holiday crew. I’m still tearing up now because we no longer have to have to search for Santa. Santa and Mr. C. are besties. I never thought this would happen. I don’t think that our little cow could be anymore joyful over this. (Not to mention that he did get a new milk can!).

Determination and hard work are worth it. Mr. C. Cow is the ultimate proof.

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Merry Christmas,

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Second Life Photo Taken In Second Life By Me….Woo….

Second Life Location: Winter Ice Christmas Village 2017 (M)

We usually put out our postcards on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Do to the holidays, as you can see, the schedule is a bit funky. Will be skipping Thursday and doing New Years Eve as Well as New Years Day postcards to fit. (Hey…you get extras!) Will resume our normal stuff after New Years.

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Secret Santa Discussions

Mr. C. Cow was making hot chocolate and discussing the pros and cons of glue versus tape when wrapping a present when we heard a strange noise. It started out as a commotion on the roof that we thought was just a branch falling off a tree. The commotion turned into the jingle jangle of a million bells that, somehow, were all in harmony. (Mr. C. Cow once broke a shelf at a bell store. When they hit the ground none of them sounded harmonious.). Before I had the time to jump out of my seat and scream “Oh Holiday Elf help us! The roof is caving in!!!” there was a polite knock on the door.

I didn’t want to answer it. Who makes that much racket on your roof, makes you hit the deck because you think the world is falling in on you, then politely knocks? Mr. C, who is not known for using a door peephole to see who’s knocking, decides to answer.

Door to door roof repair salesman?

New wave shingle playing musicians?

Umm….no….it was…Santa Claus!!!

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All of that searching, hunting, moo crying, and wishing for a one-on-one conversation with the big present man in charge has led us to this moment. This juncture in our tale where the one thing Mr. C. Cow wants more than anything else for Christmas (besides ANOTHER milk can) is a Santa chat. A discussion with the one person in a little cows life that fills him with hope, cheer, and the holiday spirit. Mr. C.’s pursuit of Santa led us to not finding him but Santa finding Mr. C.

They went outside and had a private conversation for quite some time. I wasn’t sure what I should do. Did I make hot chocolate for our guest? Should I start baking cookies? Not wanting to stare at the private conversation between a cow and Kringle I made small talk with the reindeer. Rudolph enjoys playing online chess. Now I have a new individual to play with. Who knew!

After their conversation was finished I was in shock when the jolly man in the red suit shook my hand. He told me that I was, mostly, good for the year, and should expect some extra hold hairspray for my beehive. Bishop, who had been drinking coffee and watching out the window the whole time, tipped his coffee cup at Santa. He knew he was good all year. No worries in the present department there. Marslean, who had been discussing walking on icy surfaces with hoofs with reindeer, also knew she had been exceptional all year so she wasn’t worried.

As Santa left I asked Mr. C. Cow what they had discussed in private. My answer was “You’ll find out tomorrow!”.

Merry Christmas Eve,

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Awesome Santa Photo Taken In Second Life By…Yeah…You Guessed It…Me!

Second Life Location: Winter Wonderland Kickin Up The Snow (M)

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Happy Ho Ho Holidays!

We wanted to wish everyone a wonderful holiday! 

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Yesterday Mr. C. Cow had an accident while wrapping presents. It’s nothing serious. He just got wrapped up in tape. It started with him attempting to hold the tape with his mouth and ended with his tongue getting all taped up along with the rest of him. The only thing that was hurt was his pride.

The holiday season is a busy time for us. We park the camper at home and like to help out Bishop at the equipment company. I type stuff & organize tires into giant pyramids. Mr. C. Cow wears a hard hat and randomly yells out construction lingo. Bishop seems grateful for the extra help but doesn’t seem to like it when we try jousting with forklifts.

Because the holiday season is so busy we’ll be taking a short vacation from our postcards.

Oh no! Don’t cry! Postcards will resume on schedule Tuesday January 3rd 2017.

Gives us time to do the whole tinsel present thing and buy postcard stamps.

Happy Holidays Everyone! May your days be merry and bright!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

P.S. – We might go to a New Years Eve party this year. If we do we’ll be sure to share pictures!

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Gingerbread Of Fleet Street

Mr. C. Cow, being in the holiday spirit, wanted to go to the source of all of that reindeer lore and present giving. It’s not easy trying to take someone to the source of the big man in the red suit and the place that presents are made. Knowing this we stopped for cookies beforehand. Cookies = Super Ho Ho Ho Strength!

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Try….Our…Gingerbread Cookies……

When greeted by giant ginger bread cookies asking you what you would like to try I CANNOT eat a cookie. I don’t care if it’s just in the shape of a circle. YOU CANNOT TRUST IT! (Gives the shifty “you know what I’m saying” eyes). Mr. C. Cow just had a coffee. We slowly backed out of the door like we were being stalked by some barber named Todd.

After that scary attempt at cookies we went back on Mr. C. Cow’s quest for the source of those presents that you find under a holiday tree each year. I told him it might be Santa Claus but he felt that it could be some sort of reverse thief.

Reverse thief? What in the name of jingle bells is a “reverse thief”?

Mr. C. Cow said that a “reverse thief” is someone that doesn’t steal from you but leaves you presents. It usually happens during the holidays. I asked him what a “reverse thief” looks like and he said they usually wear a lot of red and say “Ho Ho Ho” a lot. Of course I am scared of a regular thief so now I’m kinda scared of a reverse one. Not sure if I should be or not.

Lost, slightly (ok mostly) confused, and in need of directions to this so called “holiday place of origin” I stopped and asked the only individual I could think of that could help us. A penguin.

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Take The Fish Leave The Presents. 

We stopped. I asked. He pointed to, I am not joking, the building right in front of him. Seriously? Seriously! He said that the source of everything Kringle was right there. The almighty power of the present. The elf on the…where does it go again….in front of us. By now I am not only hungry (WHO EATS GINGER BREAD COOKIES SOLD BY GINGER BREAD PEOPLE!??!!?), confused, not exactly sure what we were doing anymore, AND in need of a  nap we had found some sort of mystical place where those presents come from that  you get every December 25th.

Mr. C. Cow was mooing in anticipation.

I was looking for a cocktail shaker because my nerves needed it. 

The penguin was using ice skates to skate around and it was confusing. (Do penguins REALLY need ice skates? Come on!)

We walked up the steps to the door. Inch by inch. Step by step. Building suspense to the next part that comes after you are suppose to build suspense. What we found was……dramatic pause….GASP

A sign.

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Wait….whaaaa?? 

Wait!

A safety sign? 

Really??!!??

Yes. It was a safety sign. Neither Mr. C. Cow or myself had any hats on us. (He had a fedora but we were told that didn’t count. Who doesn’t count a fedora? Mean people is the answer!!!)

Sadly we had to leave. All the hats were down the hill  (near that SCARY bakery) in the camper. I wasn’t sad as much as relieved (and still confused as to what the h-e-double-hockey sticks was going on in this whole postcard stop). Mr. C. Cow was also not upset. He felt that anyone that put a flat out safety sign telling him to wear a holiday hat was just trying to fake him out. (Conspiracy theory of the holidays is born!) Renewed in his quest to find the present source (and…come on Mr. C. Cow…were you NOT freaked out by the gingerbread people??) he was ready to get in the camper and ride. Ride on to our holiday source. Our ho ho destiny. Our (I’m running out of holly jolly references here) answer to the mistletoe, the stockings, and everything.

I need a drink.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Second Life Location: Christmas at the North Pole Village & Santa’s Workshop (M)

This place has been around since forever. It isn’t new and shiny. It isn’t newer items and graphics but it’s still fun to check out for a few moments just for the kid inside of you. Sometimes my cold little heart will point to something like this. Take a few virtual retro moments and giggle. And possibly feel some sort of holiday spirit.

If you still don’t know what Second Life is then I suggest you take a moment to look  HERE.