Those other Village People had some pretty racy lyrics, david, but I appreciate your enthusiasm that we’re just a month away from Christmas.
I never dream of a “White Christmas,” as I live in a land that resembles Bethlehem…“The breeze was soft and what is more, The night the Christ Child came, Hibiscus bloomed near the stable door, As Mary murmured His name. Bougainvillea of violet hue, Arched in a graceful bower…Poinsettia, wet with midnight dew, Enhanced that sacred hour.” (excerpted from a 9-stanza poem, author unknown).
It’s 78 degrees here in the subtropics, and I’m heading out for a walk and may see some hibiscus flowers and/or bougainvillea blossoms along the way.
Hello, Vagabond Villagers…
Those other Village People had some pretty racy lyrics, david, but I appreciate your enthusiasm that we’re just a month away from Christmas.
I never dream of a “White Christmas,” as I live in a land that resembles Bethlehem…“The breeze was soft and what is more, The night the Christ Child came, Hibiscus bloomed near the stable door, As Mary murmured His name. Bougainvillea of violet hue, Arched in a graceful bower…Poinsettia, wet with midnight dew, Enhanced that sacred hour.” (excerpted from a 9-stanza poem, author unknown).
It’s 78 degrees here in the subtropics, and I’m heading out for a walk and may see some hibiscus flowers and/or bougainvillea blossoms along the way.
Florchi at latitude 26.21 (approx.), usa