APA Dec 2006 newsletter

DEC 2006 APA newsletter
Editress Ginger Stirvelli

Holiday times…alas time for family to push our buttons, 
but we all survived the challenge.  And we saw 2006 wink 
away. (Hush, y’all who said good riddance, along with me.)


FROM OUR BOOK OF SHADOWS:

From Nessa McNelly Banishing charm

Who ever (or whatever) you want to banish… either write it 
down on paper or use a picture if it’s a person.. put the 
paper or picture between two mirrors facing each other.. 
seal it completely with duct tape and stick it into the 
very back of your freezer. Use this spell when doing it.

I bind you from troubling me and mine own
Your harm will return to where it was sown
Your power to hurt it now is withdrawn
Into the cold void I now send you BE GONE


And best of all no karmic return since you 
are only sending back to them what was sent to you…



Also from our ‘Book of shadows’ sort of…For all of us who 
grew up on the Claymation Christmas Specials, a tribute to 
Rankin and Bass’s “A year without Santa Claus,” which 
featured not only our own Celtic God of Winter the Holly King, 
AKA Santa Claus, but also the Goddess Mother Nature herself, 
and Her sons Heat Miser and Snow Miser…With their highlight songs 
of the movie Heat Miser and Snow Miser:


I’m Mr. White Christmas
I’m Mr. Cool.
I’m Mr. Icicle
I’m Mr. 10 below
Friends call me Snow Miser
Whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch!
I’m too much


He's mister white Christmas 
He's mister snow
He's mister icicle 
He's mister ten below

Friends call me Snow Miser
Whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch!
I’m too much

I never wanna know a day
That’s over 40 degrees.
I’d rather have it 30,20 then 5.
“ Let It Freeze!”



Friends call me Snow Miser
Whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch!
I’m too much


I’m Mr. green Christmas
I’m Mr. Sun.
I’m Mr. Heat Blister
I’m Mr. One Hundred and one
They call me Heat Miser
Whatever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch.
I’m too much!



They call me Heat Miser
Whatever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch.



He's too much
I never wanna know a day
That’s under 60 degrees.
I’d rather have it
“80, 90, 100 degrees! “



They call me Heat Miser
Whatever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch.
I'm too much

Too much!