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| Ode to Christmas Spode (Christmas 2008) | ||
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Conlin home, it’s part of the code….. to display in reverence with pride taking all the Christmas decorating in stride rising above it all …. is the Christmas Spode. |
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For those who don’t know, they’re coveted
dishes - china glazed with hand-painted Yuletide trees it’s everything imaginable that one who sees It is the plight of Chris Conlin, who wishes … |
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To display her trinkets, bells, candlesticks
and plates entails a task so cumbersome, a back could break lamenting Spode’s absence, make no mistake has put Mrs. Conlin in the worst of all states ! |
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She works in silence, accepting the load that her dear Spode collection is not this Christmas’s selection “well,” she cries, “this Season can go in the commode !" |
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“So what if it’s packed in boxes in trunks,
you know? I’ll just pull it all out, and move things around – Repeatedly, up a ladder and back to the ground It’s a task I love, but laborious and slow.” |
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It’s Christmas Spode, so don’t you see? For eleven months it sits in boxes in the dark So patiently it sits, making no remark ‘cause in December, from their boxes they are free. |
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The Mr. & Mrs. have argued and rowed to his wishes (that Grinch) she bowed, “farewell, my dear” she finally crowed, and crawled in the trunks with the Spode. |
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Her hasty retreat, her definite leave - he
mocks But sad - he misses her through the years In his chair by a trunk, he sometimes hears the tiny tinkling of a Spode music box. |
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by Mrs. Conlin’s daughter, Amy Allison Copyright © November 2008 Amy L. Allison
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The Emancipation
of Christmas Spode - |
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(continuing the saga) As the months went by, the Mr. wouldn't budge Mrs. sat quietly in a trunk in a stew ~ Why must I hide, and wait ? Oh Fudge ! The lid of her trunk, off it flew! With a new resolve, she hired her Daughter Elf Who came up with a plausible plan To Mr., Mrs. exclaimed, "I'll do it myself"! And explained to the packed away Spode Clan. "Come bowls, come teapot, come trivets and plates, Come to Mama, no more will you have to hide. For my Spode, a season of joy awaits, Over my Christmas decor you'll preside. The shouts of whooping, hollering and glee, Could be heard as all the Spode voiced "Oh thank you, dear Mrs., where would we be without you?" the Spode rejoiced. The empty boxes ended up in piles, As Daughter Elf set the Spode free - On all of their faces were smiles, It was a joyous sight, indeed! The Mrs.'s dancing drew to a close, As she had other thoughts now in mind. "Okay, all you Spodettes; no time for repose, Your Christmas duty calls - no need to remind." "Your purpose, a blessing, my Pride and Joy, Takes new meaning to us this year We know the Mr., we cannot annoy. To 'The Plan' we now must adhere." The Spode hung their heads, then raised them in pride, The Mrs. directed them all to their places. Their duty and Honor, all fun placed aside. But the grins remained on their faces. The Collection of Spode took their jobs so seriously As Mrs. found places for all, she knew she must! So happy were they, they stood there deliriously Full of Goodwill and Cheer, they felt they could bust! So off to bed went the Mr. that night, With the Mrs. close behind, but then She crept back downstairs to check on a light And was astonished by the Spode, once again. For merrily singing and dancing were they Candlesticks with nut bowls, the pairings were fun! She couldn't believe their joyous display But she knew: She and Spode had finally won.
Mrs. kicked up her heels and joined in the fun, And danced with them 'til it was late. The Spode Tradition had again begun,
Nevermore ! ... a Conlin Christmas Debate. by "the Mrs.'s" daughter, Amy Allison
Copyright © December 2009 Amy L. Allison |
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Click on pictures to enlarge. |
Pictures of
the Christmas 2009 Unloading of the Spode - |
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Oh, the Stress of Spode! "I love it," says the Mrs. |
The beginning of the Spode Unload 2009 | Spode still in captivity. |
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| Up-close Boxed Spode | And the Spode Flowed. | Is there an end to it? | |
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| Directing Spode Traffic | This - Is - Christmas - Spode. | Ah, the Mother Lode of Spode |
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Photography by Doug Bunch Studios |
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| In the Spode Mode! | A quiet moment of Spode Reflection. |
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