Tag Archives: navidad

{ Para la Pascua }

El año pasado dejé de comer muchos huevos, éstos me gustan y más cuando salen claros, bonitos y brillantes. Cuando son cocidos sería divertido darle un poco de humor al desayuno con esas patitas.

Pero no solamente me gusta colocar los huevitos para comer en un lugar bonito, sino también usar los cáscarones para colocar lindas hierbas y empezar un mini jardín.

Y para no acomular cajas para huevos en el refrigerador y crear una manera más colorida de moestrarlo, ¿por qué no esta cerámica?

Para la Pascua quiero regalar estas cajitas de cartón. Los niños y adultos se divertirán mucho.

No es que me quiera adelantar a la Navidad, pero un árbol en el jardín o la sala con estos ornamentos, ¡hermoso!

O pueden ser de colores…cada quien su gusto.

source: westelm

{ The Holly and the Ivy }

The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir

 


The holly bears a blossom
As white as lily flower
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our sweet Saviour
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir

 


The holly bears a berry
As red as any blood
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do poor sinners good
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir

 


The holly bears a prickle
As sharp as any thorn;
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas Day in the morn.
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir

 


The holly bears a bark
As bitter as any gall;
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
For to redeem us all.
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir

 


The holly and the ivy
Now both are full well grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir