Hippie Bowman

'Twas the night before SL Christmas, when all through the house Not a prim creature was stirring, not even a talking mouse; The stockings were rezzed by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Philip soon would be there; The prim babies were nestled and linked to their beds, While visions of cracker crumbs danced in their heads; And mamma in her flexies, and I in my chaps, Had just sat on poses for a long winter's nap, When out on the mega platform there arose such a clatter, I stood from my pose to see what was the matter. Away to the window I TP'd like a flash, Derezzed the shutters and unlinked the sash. The SL moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the environmental setting of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a scripted miniature sleigh, and eight scripted tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively with skill, I knew in a moment it must be St. Phil. More rapid than physical objects his coursers they came, And he IM'd, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, Flasher! now, Lancer! now, Enhancer and Nixon! On, Vomit! on Stupid! on, Blender and Whitson! To the top of the prim! to the top of the wall! Now crash away! crash away! crash away all!" As dry leaves that before the Second Life wind fly, When they meet with an object, and mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of prim toys, and St. Philip too. And then, in my headphones, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little scripted hoof. As I held down the left arrow, and was turning around, Down the hollowed box chimney St. Philip came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his white flexie hair to his scripted boots, And his clothes had a texture, all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had rezzed 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 berry! His droll little mouth was drawn up with an AO, And the beard of his chin was as white as the textured snow; His scripted pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke particles encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round prim belly, That shook, when I clicked it 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 jerk of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, as he was not a talking prim elf, And rezzed things in all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his head, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rezzed; He TP'd 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 flew out of sight, Happy SL Christmas to all, and to all a good night!! On behalf of Lagrange Point Spaceport and LadySue and I, I would like to wish all of you a very Merry Christmas, Happy Holiday, and a awesome New Year! The Bowman Family! Peace On Earth!

Good morning! Happy Friday! Looking forward to 11 days off! /me trembles with excitement! Peace!

Good morning everyone! Happy Thursday! Got your Christmas shopping done? It is the 50th year anniversary of Apollo 8 orbit of the moon. Here is a transcript of the Christmas message transmitted from lunar orbit, by the crew of Apollo 8 on Christmas eve 1968. We are now approaching lunar sunrise, and for all the people back on Earth, the crew of Apollo 8 has a message that we would like to send to you. James Lovell Frank Borman And from the crew of Apollo 8, we close with good night, good luck, a Merry Christmas – and God bless all of you, all of you on the good Earth. Peace!

Good morning all! Happy Tuesday! We are all ready for Christmas. All the shopping was done online this year with the exception of a few small items. Have a great day everyone! Peace!

Good morning! Happy Friday! Peace!

Good morning everyone! Happy Tuesday! Peace!

Yay! It's Friday! Coffee, root beer floats and puppies for everyone! Peace!

Monday again already? Make it awesome! Peace!

Hey hey! Happy Thursday! Peace!

Hey hey! Good morning! Peace!

Good morning! Happy peak of the week. It's the day before Thanksgiving here in the states! Looking forward to some down time! Peace!

Good morning! Yup it's Monday again. Thanksgiving week so a short week of work for me. I hope you all had a splendifiours weekend! Peace!

Good morning! Yay! It's Friday! A bit cold for us here in Florida. 46F last night. I imagine lots of you are getting it worse and with snow! Have a great day! Peace!

Hey hey! Good morning! Happy peak of the week! Peace!

Yeah yeah! It's Monday! Ugh! Well coffee and root beer for all to take the edge off this icky day! Peace!

Good morning! Yay! It's Friday! Peace!

Good morning! Yup. It's Monday. Coffee and root beer for all! It was so good to be at breakfast yesterday. It warmed this old hippies heart. Have a great day everyone! Peace!

Good morning! Happy Friday! Peace!

Good morning all! Happy Thursday! I am looking forward to Sunday as I will be hosting breakfast at the spaceport. Don't forget. The states return to standard time on Saturday night when we turn our clocks back one hour! Peace!

Happy Halloween everyone! Peace!

Good Morning! Ugh Monday! Peace!

Good morning! It's Thursday! Have a great day! Peace!

Good Morning! It's Monday! Peace!

Good morning good people! Happy Friday. Speaking of weather, it promises to get a bit cooler this week in Florida! Winter! Bring it on! I am ready. It has been a summer in hell this year. I swear it is getting hotter every year here! Peace!

Good Morning! It's the peak of the week! Peace!