In the spirit of re-using and re-cycling, and because Christmas seems a bit of a landmark, I thought I’d go back through the archives and see just what this year has been like here on Mygreenweek. Amazingly, the whole blog only began on 28th May, 2007, with Aurelien’s first post. The first Daily Green Joke was on the 16th July, and was an immediate hit. How Richard manages it, I’ll never know or understand, but he’s been coming out with a new, completely original joke every weekday ever since. It’s an unnatural talent. Dawn took over Serious Monday from Aurelien on 6th August, 2007, but has sadly had to leave us recently. Very best wishes to you, Dawn, if you’re reading. I’m sure that I won’t be the only one who misses your clear, interesting and well-researched weekly pieces. Susan’s been doing Lazy Friday since October 11th, 2007. Really? Yes, I checked and double-checked, it really is that recent. Her ever-inventive weekend ideas seem as if they’ve been around here forever! And me? Well, I started on 21st August – which seems like a lifetime ago, and feels like yesterday!!

Looking back, I just coudn’t believe how much stuff SenseUp/Mygreenweek had actually got through, in such a short time, and the staggering range of things we’ve written about, and that other people have read and commented on, and just the sheer mass of information – plus of course all the jokes and other funny bits and pieces we’ve picked up.

I thought I’d indulge myself with a nostalgia trip in the festive spirit – I hope you enjoy it. Every link, except one, has appeared somewhere on SenseUp/Mygreenweek between 28th May, 2007 and yesterday. Some are pictures, some are pages or articles and some are videos. I hope some of them bring back memories of bits you’ve enjoyed, and maybe some will give you pointers to bits you haven’t seen before. Have fun!

by Clement Clarke Moore


‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;


The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,


Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.


Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.


More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.


And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;


A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!


His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;


A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”




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