#Victorianholidaycards I think this is probably a rendering of the old rhyme: Three little kittens, they lost their mittens and they began to cry... So cheerful. 🤷
Another one of the frog on frog combat holiday cards. Warm wishes you dying thing you.
#Lifehappens I never have to worry about sleeping too late. I have a dog...
This morning she got me up around 1:30 a.m. and insisted something was so wrong I had to be an alert woman warrior.
I listen because she's felt tornadoes coming before the weather service knows they're on the way.
She settled about half an hour ago.
Me? There's not enough coffee in the known universe to get the through the day. But I might end up immortal.
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Gotta admire the thought of burning someone with a hot poker was a great holiday greeting.
This one has Bob Hope in it.
I'm old enough to remember when Bob Hope was huge regarding entertaining the troops.
I won't post tons of them, but it's a feature of my main FB account.
Plus vintage cards for other winter celebrations.
I just find the Victorians view of the holidays intriguing.
The were obsessed by death and dying, bats, birds, and frogs. Why?
Killing a robin or a wren was considered good luck in December. Particularly on Saint Stephen's Day on Dec. 26th.
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