Friday, August 9, 2024

List: Holiday Picture Books

August 9 is Book Lovers Day. So pick up a book and spend some time reading.

#Books@learnandteach
#Environment@learnandteach
#Holidays@learnandteach
#Months@learnandteach
#Crafts@learnandteach
#Animals@learnandteach
#Poetry@learnandteach
#Seasons@learnandteach
#Fairies@learnandteach
#Bears@learnandteach
#School@learnandteach
#Horses@learnandteach
#Bedtime@learnandteach
#Readers@learnandteach
#Friends@learnandteach
#Diary@learnandteach
#Family@learnandteach
#Dragons@learnandteach
#Daddy@learnandteach
#Love@learnandteach

📌 Series of Books for Teenagers by Eva Vizhanskaya

Thanks For Visiting

Sunday, August 4, 2024

12:11 AM

Many people dread the Christmas season for many reasons.
Although the season is stressful, most people don't have actual phobias connected with the holidays. But Christmas is stressful. And it seems to aggravate a lot of phobias.

Ochlophobia or Agoraphobia - Fear of Crowds

It also includes fear of lines, traffic jams and even social

events. Many people suffer from just the fear of not pleasing

others during this season and end up overwhelm themselves with too much responsibility.

Katagelophobia - Fear of ridicule or embarrassment

This might include not giving the right gift, being around family and their comments,

Christmas party pranks, etc.

Mythophobia - Fear of making a false statement

Slipping and telling a secret you shouldn't, or what someone got someone, etc.

Social Phobias

- Eating, Speaking, Dancing, etc. in public -

Pogonophobia - Fear of Beards

Sounds crazy but some people fear Santa's beard.

And suddenly men with beards are abundant during Christmas.

Pediophobia - Fear of Children

It seems odd, but some people fear kids.

Pediophobia - Fear of Dolls

More toys are on display and these people find it stressful.

A normal grocery store suddenly might have dolls to sell where they normally did not.

Dronophobia - Fear of Driving on Expressways

With traffic a mess during the holidays, those who hate freeways usually avoid them.

More traffic means greater chances your off-streets are not available due to

accidents or being jammed up.

Cherophobia - Fear of Fun

Believe it or not, some people fear smiling and having a holly jolly good time.

Clinophobia - Fear of Going to Bed

For some it's being afraid of the dark. For others it's a fear of

missing out on what's going on. For others they are afraid they'll

never wake up if they go to bed.

Decidophobia - Fear of Unable to Make Decisions

Christmas time is full of decisions and for those that have a hard

time with them, or are afraid of making the wrong ones, this is

a bit of an overload for them.

Phonophobia - Fear of Loud Talking or Noises

Some people actually panic over holiday music pumped over the speakers at

malls, stores, etc. And, others simply can not tolerate loudness in any way.

Xenophobia - Fear of Strangers

This of course would not apply to going to malls, church etc. because these people simply would not go there. But Christmas is a time when you never know WHO might pop in? For those who fear strangers, this can suddenly be devestation.

Haphenphobia - Fear of Being touched or having to touch others

A surprise kiss under a mistletoe or a holiday good cheer hug for these

people is like a sudden slap and totally throws them off-balance.

Hodophobia - Fear of Traveling

This is a bit different than agoraphobia because these people are not afraid to leave home, they just have a fear of HOW they leave the house. With some, as long as

they walk it's fine. But public transportation, flying, etc. is a major problem.

For others, "traveling" is all based on how far they determine in their minds a travel is. For some travel isn't travel if it's in the same town. For others it's only if they leave the state. And yet for others travel is simply NOT being in your home.

Ecclestaphobia - Fear of Churches

Doraphobia - Fear of Fur

For the most part people usually have what is termed the Holiday Blues, more than phobias. Also see: These Phobias from ChristmasCountdownUK

Thanks For Visiting

Monday, December 18, 2023

12:00 AM

Forever Knight Before Christmas

Summary: A Christmas poem. All alone on Christmas Eve, Nick Knight receives a surprise visit from a jolly old fellow full of Christmas cheer.

Disclaimer: This story was written using the characters and situations from "Forever Knight" from Glen Warren Productions. No infringement is intended.
Forever Knight is a Canadian television series about Nick Knight, an 800-year-old vampire working as a police detective in modern-day Toronto, Ontario

Written By Fran Glass 2019

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the loft, not a creature was stirring, not even a moth.

A fire was lit by remote control to help keep the place from appearing so cold.

The message light on the machine flashed bright red, but it would have to wait until after I'd fed.

Having just awaken from a long day's rest, the cow's blood in the fridge was my number one quest.

I uncapped a bottle and gulped it down greedily, emptying the contents quite neat and speedily.

I recalled Nat's words to keep my hunger at bay. "It's the blood, you know, that keeps you that way."

I believe it's possible she may be quite right. I vow to give up the blood, but not tonight.

For it's the eve of another holiday I'll not celebrate. No candlelight services or Christmas feasts to partake.

To my few human friends, I've given lame reason why I can't share in their joyous holiday season.

To my vampire family, I'm considered the fool for even wishing to embrace this mortal Yule.

On my machine, I find only a message of nuisance from a tele-marketer wishing to sell me insurance.

No doubt this will be a cheerful Christmas for many. To me, it's a reminder of my lonely infinity.

Suddenly, upon the roof there arose such a clatter, I flew to the skylight to see what was the matter.

And what to my golden eyes should appear but my maker, LaCroix looking rather queer.

He was dressed all in black except for the hat on his head which was trimmed with white fur, the rest of it red.

It was probably the oddest thing I'd ever seen. LaCroix with a big sack and an eight-foot evergreen.

"Merry Christmas, Nicholas," he spoke with great pride. "Would you care to help me get all this inside?"

And so I did, helped him with the bag and the tree. Then finally questioned him about his unusual glee.

He told me he'd been visited by three spirits that day, from the future, past and present, they showed him the way.

He'd seen his existence in a brand new light and wanted to share with me his new lease on life.

So together we decorated the tree, having great fun, then stood back and marveled over a job well done.

Afterwards, we sat reminiscing, never noticing the time, until at midnight when we heard distant church bells chime.

As we stood at the window and watched the snow begin to fall, I wished him Merry Christmas.

Indeed. A Merry Christmas after all.

The End

Shared from: Fran's Place

Thanks For Visiting

Sunday, December 17, 2023

10:20 AM

THE HELPFUL CHRISTMAS MOUSE (Activity)

Divide the group into three smaller groups and assign each group one of the words listed below. Read the story. After each of the words is read pause for the group to make the appropriate response.

MOUSE

SANTA

NIGHT

Twas the NIGHT __ before Christmas, and fast asleep in the house,
Was wonders of wonders a little fat MOUSE __.
A MOUSE __ sleeping at NIGHT __, oh what a riot,
But the reason it happened, he was on a diet.
How the MOUSE __'s stomach began to hurt and growl,
But since he was dieting, at NIGHT __ he shouldn't prowl.
Mom was so thoughtful before she retired at NIGHT __,
And for dear old SANTA __ she had left a bite.
That NIGHT __ in his dreams, the MOUSE __'s nose did twitch,
As the smell of the food into his nostrils crept!
Soon the poor little MOUSE __ began to claw at his nose
Then he began to quiver from his head to his toes.
Though he was trying to sleep with all of his might,
His sleep had been ruined for the rest of the NIGHT __.
So up the MOUSE __ got and with a great, big yawn,
He peeked out the window and there on the lawn,
He saw something there that was, indeed a strange sight,
For there sat SANTA __ in the cold, dark NIGHT __.
He was holding his beg as if ready to leave,
But great salty tears were bouncing off his sleeve.
The MOUSE __ just stood there as if in fright,
Trying to imagine what was wrong that NIGHT __.
Then he crept to the door and threw it open wide,
And motioned for SANTA __ to come and join him inside.
So SANTA __ came in and sat down with the MOUSE __
And confessed that NIGHT __ he felt like a louse.
He had eaten so much during the Holiday Season,
He almost got stuck in the chimney and that was the reason.

So SANTA __ and the MOUSE __ made a contract that NIGHT __
That he would help SANTA __ make Christmas come out right.
So off they went together, Old SANTA __ and that MOUSE __
To pay the yearly visit to each and every house.
With the fat little MOUSE __ so filled with delight,
As he ate for old SANTA __ all the snacks left that NIGHT __.
When the journey was over, the MOUSE __ returned to his home,
With his stomach full of goodies, he no longer wanted to roam.
But he had followed SANTA __ and helped a Merry Christmas to give,
So he'd just sacrifice and as a fat MOUSE __ live.
When he went fast to sleep with not a worry in him,
Since he had eaten all NIGHT __ he would just dream he was slim.

Christmas activity shared from Bonnie Terry Learning
Bonnie Terry, M. Ed., BCET is internationally recognized as America’s Leading Learning Specialist. She is an award winning author and learning disability specialist and board certified educational therapist.

Here is the Christmas Holiday Word Search, Why Santa Has a Beard Story, and more...

View/Print the ASW-Auditory-XMAS-Story-THE-HELPFUL-CHRISTMAS-MOUSE.pdf

Thanks For Visiting

Saturday, December 16, 2023

1:26 PM

Twelve Days AFTER Christmas - Someone's Mad!

That awkward moment when you break up with your "true" love after Christmas. What do you do with the gifts?

The first day after Christmas my true love and I had a fight, And so I chopped the pear tree down and burned it just for spite.

Then with a single cartridge, I shot that blasted partridge, My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.

The second day after Christmas, I pulled on the old rubber gloves, And very gently wrung the necks of both the turtle doves. My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.

The third day after Christmas, my mother caught the croup; I had to use the three French hens to make some chicken soup.

The four calling birds were a big mistake, for their language was obscene.

The five gold rings were completely fake and they turned my fingers green.

The sixth day after Christmas, the six laying geese wouldn't lay, I gave the whole darn gaggle to the A.S.P.C.A.

On the seventh day what a mess I found, All seven of the swimming swans had drowned. My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.

The eighth day after Christmas, before they could suspect,

I bundled up the Eight maids a milking, Nine pipers piping, Ten ladies dancing, Eleven lords a leaping, Twelve drummers drumming and sent them back collect.

I wrote my true love, "We are through, love", and I said in so many words,

"Furthermore your Christmas gifts were for the birds!"