<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post4040614458565761299..comments</id><updated>2009-12-17T08:38:52.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Not Ready For The Pasture: Christmas Past</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/feeds/4040614458565761299/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html'/><author><name>Sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04743103444717771768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-6240736060350214106</id><published>2009-12-17T08:35:10.308-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:35:10.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In my very early years before my Grandmothers farm...</title><content type='html'>In my very early years before my Grandmothers farmhouse had electricity she too would light the candles on the tree.  I too am amazed the thing never burned down the house.  Her house was filled with scents of gingerbread, evergreens and  Christmas dinner baking in the wood fed oven.  MMMMMMmmmm.  Thanks for the memories, so glad I stopped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have yourself one treefically  blessed day!!!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/6240736060350214106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/6240736060350214106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html?showComment=1261056910308#c6240736060350214106' title=''/><author><name>Nezzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10175389676508928061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-4040614458565761299' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/posts/default/4040614458565761299' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-87258807654225545</id><published>2009-12-15T13:29:46.678-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:29:46.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for sharing these wonderful Christmas memor...</title><content type='html'>Thanks for sharing these wonderful Christmas memories with us.  I personally think there was something very special about Christmas BC!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/87258807654225545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/87258807654225545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html?showComment=1260901786678#c87258807654225545' title=''/><author><name>George</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06923630536753873113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17607824663885817247'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-4040614458565761299' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/posts/default/4040614458565761299' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-3334782337012336426</id><published>2009-12-14T19:26:28.581-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:26:28.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those were beautiful memories. I enjoyed reading t...</title><content type='html'>Those were beautiful memories. I enjoyed reading them. I don&amp;#39;t remember too much about my childhood. It makes me so mad! I do remember my Dad running wires from each corner to hold up our tree. I remember the old bubble lights on the tree. I remember more of when my kids were little, and when we&amp;#39;d gather at my sister&amp;#39;s house with all our siblings and our parents were still alive. Those were great memories.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/3334782337012336426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/3334782337012336426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html?showComment=1260836788581#c3334782337012336426' title=''/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756564685282866773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05832967632044930296'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-4040614458565761299' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/posts/default/4040614458565761299' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-8814955386535820631</id><published>2009-12-14T08:44:57.559-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:44:57.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loved your memories and think those days were much...</title><content type='html'>Loved your memories and think those days were much better than the commercial mess we are in today. &lt;br /&gt;I am so impressed that you all waited till after Christmas dinner to open you presents. We usually had everything opened before the sun came up.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/8814955386535820631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/8814955386535820631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html?showComment=1260798297559#c8814955386535820631' title=''/><author><name>Arkansas Patti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14156004753267665579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04804368190103997485'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-4040614458565761299' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/posts/default/4040614458565761299' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-3627560664731286909</id><published>2009-12-14T07:28:09.114-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:28:09.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a wonderful story of your memories. My memori...</title><content type='html'>Such a wonderful story of your memories. My memories of christmas in England as a child are very faint. Two Christmases stick in my mind.One was when we visited Bill&amp;#39;s parents in Switzerland and they had real candles on the tree and the other was when I had Christmas lunch on the beach on a tropical island.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/3627560664731286909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/3627560664731286909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html?showComment=1260793689114#c3627560664731286909' title=''/><author><name>diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002292118984909883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16736775016796398629'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-4040614458565761299' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/posts/default/4040614458565761299' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-2226901899139624114</id><published>2009-12-14T03:32:44.741-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T03:32:44.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely memories of your childhood Christmases.  I ...</title><content type='html'>Lovely memories of your childhood Christmases.  I think my favorite memory is the coffee cake my mom made only on Christmas Eve to have Christmas morning.  It&amp;#39;s a German yeast bread baked with cream and cinnamon and sugar on top.  I still make it every year.  It just wouldn&amp;#39;t seem like Christmas without it.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/2226901899139624114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/2226901899139624114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html?showComment=1260779564741#c2226901899139624114' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801967071649685995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04791939080616463760'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-4040614458565761299' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/posts/default/4040614458565761299' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-9007063489515308661</id><published>2009-12-13T21:34:03.217-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:34:03.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What great memories!!!!! Don't you wish you had pi...</title><content type='html'>What great memories!!!!! Don&amp;#39;t you wish you had pictures of the tree with candles on it!!!!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/9007063489515308661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/9007063489515308661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html?showComment=1260758043217#c9007063489515308661' title=''/><author><name>nanny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12627958113283042574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01088112978102584060'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-4040614458565761299' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/posts/default/4040614458565761299' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-6655851662652709431</id><published>2009-12-13T20:19:57.075-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:19:57.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I love hearing your stories, Sunny.. They are s...</title><content type='html'>Oh I love hearing your stories, Sunny.. They are so interesting...I remember that my mother was a fabulous cook.  (I did not inherit that gift from her.)  Anyhow--she worked on our Christmas dinner for weeks ahead of time it seemed.  It was a dress-up, formal-type dinner in the formal dining room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the good china and crystal and silver came out...  And all of the family would join us for dinner.  Dinner was always turkey and the trimmings --and my Mom mad the best bread dressing I have ever eaten.  We always had ambrosia for dessert... YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing your memories and helping me to think of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Betsy</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/6655851662652709431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/6655851662652709431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html?showComment=1260753597075#c6655851662652709431' title=''/><author><name>Betsy from Tennessee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16223591156634767330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03506083762476422074'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-4040614458565761299' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/posts/default/4040614458565761299' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-955495787575936292</id><published>2009-12-13T16:29:59.525-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:29:59.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those are sweet and precious memories.  My favorit...</title><content type='html'>Those are sweet and precious memories.  My favorite memories are of Christmas eves as a child.  That is when our extended families got together at my grandmother&amp;#39;s house.  Her place was full of kids, excitement, and activity.  I can still picture her decorations and house lit up with those big old Christmas tree bulbs and bubble lights.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/955495787575936292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/955495787575936292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html?showComment=1260739799525#c955495787575936292' title=''/><author><name>Rae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04858158707328118375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09722496904686160415'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-4040614458565761299' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/posts/default/4040614458565761299' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-9121571812318113340</id><published>2009-12-13T15:59:01.326-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:59:01.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't really remember much about Christmases pas...</title><content type='html'>I don&amp;#39;t really remember much about Christmases past. We didn&amp;#39;t exchange gifts (that was reserved for Saint Nicholas: December fifth), so it was church in the morning and food sometime during the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I spend Christmas on my own. I will only spend it with my family every three to four years. I will watch Christmas films, Christmas shows and listen to Christmas music.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/9121571812318113340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/9121571812318113340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html?showComment=1260737941326#c9121571812318113340' title=''/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04464946195661953578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09172399325675347211'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-4040614458565761299' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/posts/default/4040614458565761299' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-5447735089433826177</id><published>2009-12-13T13:52:19.338-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T13:52:19.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My fondest memories were goose hunting with Dad an...</title><content type='html'>My fondest memories were goose hunting with Dad and playing Rook until the wee hours of the morning with the family.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/5447735089433826177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/5447735089433826177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html?showComment=1260730339338#c5447735089433826177' title=''/><author><name>Bill S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17918013366385456020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06898521028900984673'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-4040614458565761299' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/posts/default/4040614458565761299' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-1984310201943468272</id><published>2009-12-13T13:42:47.897-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T13:42:47.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always fun to read the memories that so many ...</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s always fun to read the memories that so many people have of the Christmas of their childhood. I always read them with some wistfulness, but I made up for the lack of Christmas memories as a child with the Christmas memories of when my kids were little and they are marvelous and happy ones! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this Christmas will be another wonderful one for you and yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/1984310201943468272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/1984310201943468272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html?showComment=1260729767897#c1984310201943468272' title=''/><author><name>Sylvia K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05484577678585907669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18262759035191504994'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-4040614458565761299' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/posts/default/4040614458565761299' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-5095032058411050002</id><published>2009-12-13T12:57:32.783-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:57:32.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny

I used to drive through Tregonissey almost ...</title><content type='html'>Sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to drive through Tregonissey almost every day, on my way to work, when we lived in Cornwall.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/5095032058411050002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/5095032058411050002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html?showComment=1260727052783#c5095032058411050002' title=''/><author><name>Martin H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13494219959077922220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05229738217348056651'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-4040614458565761299' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/posts/default/4040614458565761299' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-3042458098195487225</id><published>2009-12-13T12:55:12.951-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:55:12.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful memories!</title><content type='html'>Beautiful memories!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/3042458098195487225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/3042458098195487225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html?showComment=1260726912951#c3042458098195487225' title=''/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04219479223227928561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14900924441768289806'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-4040614458565761299' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/posts/default/4040614458565761299' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-1000048665905104619</id><published>2009-12-13T12:11:58.923-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:11:58.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My fondest Christmas memory was of lying on my bac...</title><content type='html'>My fondest Christmas memory was of lying on my back and sticking my head under the Christmas tree (being careful of the presents, of course) and looking at the view and smelling the smell of Christmas. I would enjoy this every year until we got an artificial tree. It wasn&amp;#39;t the same.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/1000048665905104619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/4040614458565761299/comments/default/1000048665905104619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html?showComment=1260724318923#c1000048665905104619' title=''/><author><name>DJan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152183871573797791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03630228615899963482'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.notreadyforthepasture.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767330563018550710.post-4040614458565761299' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767330563018550710/posts/default/4040614458565761299' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>