With Thanksgiving just around the corner and Christmas hot on it’s heels, you know what that means, right???!!?!?! It’s time for….
The Second Annual Holiday Roundup: Crafty Gift Ideas For the Nerd In Your Life!!!
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Ok, I may have changed the name a bit since last year, but it’s the same basic idea. If you’ve got a crafty science nerd in your life, or one who appreciates a handmade touch, then this is the shopping guide for you!!
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all thro’ the house, not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care in the hopes that St. Nick soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of Erlenmeyer cookies danced in their heads,
And mama in her anaphase earrings and I in my cap, had just settled down for a long winter’s nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow gave the luster of mid-day to objects below; When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh and eight cool science-y flask terrariums! (Hey, I never claimed to be a poet)
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name: “Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen, “On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixem; “To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! “Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!” As deconstructed mint leaves in caviar bubbles fly, when they meet a molecular mixology kit on a cold winter nigh’; So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of Toys – and St. Nicholas too:
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound: He was dress’d all in knit, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all nerdy with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys was flung on his back, And he look’d 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 cherry; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face, and a little round belly That shook when he laugh’d, like a bowl full of jelly: He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And fill’d all the stockings; then turn’d with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprung 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 drove out of sight;
“A CRAFTY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A NERDY NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!”