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- These Victorian Christmas images will get you in the holiday mood
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Anybody up for a little Nanty Narking after dinner?we could back sling it and no one would know we were gone with the guys!
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Your carving is admirable, sir! I have never seen a delectable bird served with such skill!
Photo #2… i’m not sure that turkey is dead. I think I saw him eyeing me. Must be the recollections blouse I’m wearing
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The ace up her sleeve was the lace up her sleeve!
number 2: “Crow again, darling?”
alexa p
eureka springs, ar
#2 At the holiday dinner
Now, who could possibly be at the door?
Grace W
MN
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Really, darling, you can’t breathe? Your face is a handsome shade of blue. Most likely the cyanide chocolate pie you just ate! Farewell!!
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“Did I hear you say Matt Dillon will be joining us?”
Audra G.
Hartford, Kentucky
“I may be strait-laced, but I can still have wicked thoughts…”
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Emma steals a glance during afternoon tea to see if she has been accepted by the most popular woman in town.
Jenni O.
Waco, TX
Photo #2 Did you say that Recollections was having a sale? I will be right back!
Beverly, MA
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Just wait ’til I tell your WIFE what you just said.
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I’ll never tell….
Melissa P
Gloucester, VA
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You know that sly girl figured out the best corset season diet of air and nothingness. (Kingston, NH)
This blouse is simply lovely, not at all butter upon bacon.
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At Peter’s party, Christmas Eve,
Adelaide Taylor announced her leave.
“My dear friends,” she said, regretfully,
“My father is ill, so consequently,
I must move to London town,
To take care while he is down.
I leave on the morrow, and shan’t be back soon-”
It was at this point young Peter nearly swooned.
“I’m sorry to go, but I feel that I must.
You all will miss me, I do trust?”
She said with a smile, but everyone cried
Hats were doffed, as if she had died.
Everyone was quite distressed;
Especially Peter, who liked her best.
Her sanguine physiognomy not reflected
By the soiree she’d affected.
Their cries as euphony to her,
Unaware of her coming censure.
With cheerful mien she said palliatively,
“Oh, I’ve behaved egregiously!
I didn’t mean to be so pernicious!
That whole fable was fictitious!
I’ll be here tomorrow to celebrate Yule,
As will my father – ah, I’m cruel!”
Their irritation unequivocal and unfeigned,
Adelaide Taylor was nearly pained.
Well aware of their expostulation,
She was deserving, yet unshaken.
A certain felicity derived
By the pain she’d seen in dear Peter’s eyes.
Katie S., Minnesota
Photo @2 – Do you think anyone will notice if I sneak a piece of pumpkin pie before dinner? Madelyn Le Page, Warren, Michigan
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I couldn’t possibly stay for dinner. Oh, did you say there’s a dessert buffet?
Kathy G
Mount Clemens, Michigan
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“Those new trousers are a slimmer cut than what Mr. Darcy normally wears. They caress that sweet little bottom quite nicely.”
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“This is the most delicious 0 calorie plate of air I’ve ever ate.”
Leah R.
love this shot there as looks relaxed there in the shot