Happy Holidays From The Shin Guardian

TSG will be publishing on an abbreviated scheduled through the end of the year as Little Miss Shinguardian visits family in NorCal and elsewhere.

Merry [insert holiday that you celebrate].

A moment to share our very favorite gift (besides the little one this morning). In the mail today arrived an picture-and-audio book from my dad.

Each year Father Shin Guardian reads Twas the Night Before Christmas to his three children and their significant others, and whoever else happens to be on the line. This tradition has never failed. Whether my sister has been in Sri Lanka, Trinidad & Tobago or Africa (she’s in Chad right now) or whether I’ve been in Chile or Portland or wherever.

Now, this year is the first year with two descending generations on the horn. Very exciting. And my daugher will enjoy my father’s voice for year’s to come.

Happy Holidays everyone.

Much thanks to Matt Mathai and especially Chris Figat for our holiday card.

16 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by jellenp on 2010/12/20 at 3:48 PM



  2. Posted by John on 2010/12/20 at 3:50 PM

    Gooch is staring into my soul with the devastation of a 2 ton nuclear bomb. I feel like he wants me commit various numbers of crimes against egg nog, popcorn barrels, and cookies.


  3. Posted by Sean on 2010/12/20 at 4:10 PM

    I like the card. Happy Holidays to you guys too.


  4. Posted by Nelson on 2010/12/20 at 4:50 PM



  5. Posted by John on 2010/12/20 at 5:24 PM

    Twas the night before World Cup Decision, when all through the Land
    Not a creature was stirring, not even a Fan.
    The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
    In hopes that St Blatter soon would be there.

    The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
    While visions of Donovan danced in their heads.
    And mamma in her ‘snoot, and I in my replica Mastroeni Kit,
    Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s sit.

    When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
    I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
    Away to the window I flew like a flash,
    Tore open the shutters and threw up the eggnog.

    The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
    Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
    When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
    But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny Voters.

    With a little old driver, so lively and fatter,
    I knew in a moment it must be St Blatter.
    More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
    And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

    “Now Platini! now, Warner! now, Hayatou and Teixeira!
    On, Léoz! On, Adamu! on, on Temarii and Diakite!
    To the top of the Bank! to the top of the Well!
    Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away and SELL!!”

    As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
    When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
    So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
    With the sleigh full of Votes, and St Blatter 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 Blatter came with a bound.

    He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
    And his votes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
    A bundle of money he had flung 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 cherry!
    His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
    And the snear of his chin was as white as the snow.

    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 laughed, 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 twist of his head,
    Soon gave me to know I had not enough money to spend.

    He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
    And filled all the stockings, then turned to a jerk.
    And laying two of his fingers aside of his nose,
    And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

    He sprang 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,
    “Happy World Cup to all, and to Qatar a good-night!”


  6. Posted by Antonio H. on 2010/12/20 at 6:40 PM

    Saint bobbo looks like he’s in the middle of a tourrettes episode


  7. that photo is disturbing. i hope FBM reposts it!


  8. Posted by GeorgeCross on 2010/12/24 at 6:24 PM

    Merry Christmas everybody.


    • Posted by DrBenway on 2010/12/24 at 10:57 PM

      Merry Christmas indeed! TSG, what a great year and the trajectory for you looks great based on 2010. Love it and keep up the great work. Same goes for all the intelligent commentary about the commentary. You guys are excellent and keep it up!


  9. Posted by chris on 2010/12/26 at 9:00 PM

    just watch my spurs beat villa from the dvr. and though im excited the spurs won…im actually more excited that lichaj is an american. he was fantastic. they even pulled bale off the left side to get away from him. amazing.

    excited for usmnt


  10. […] coming to TSG since it’s inception. He’s a hell of a graphic designer. He authored TSG’s holiday card andsome USMNT wallpaper before last year’s World Cup. Thanks […]


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