<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131604561976751866</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:18:18.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons Greetings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mp5navy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131604561976751866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mp5navy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mark Lester A. Iragana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740146751603064735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijhXpR5REHs/TWMtlzn08GI/AAAAAAAAAl0/aKnZL9bR8OU/s220/Mark%2BPics.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131604561976751866.post-7550495487164992338</id><published>2009-11-22T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:22:24.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Author's Biography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/MPI2"&gt;Mark Lester A. Iragana&lt;/a&gt; A.K.A &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%E2%80%9Dhttp://:www.squidoo.com/MPI%E2%80%9D"&gt;Miragana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Units&lt;br /&gt;Masters in Business Management&lt;br /&gt;Western Institute of Technology&lt;br /&gt;Website: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%E2%80%9Dhttp://www.wit.edu.ph%E2%80%9D"&gt;www.wit.edu.ph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor of Science in Electronics and Communications Engineering&lt;br /&gt;Western Visayas College of Science and Technology&lt;br /&gt;Formerly Iloilo School of Arts and Trade&lt;br /&gt;Website: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%E2%80%9Dhttp://www.wvcst.edu.ph%E2%80%9D"&gt; www.wvcst.edu.ph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131604561976751866-7550495487164992338?l=mp5navy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mp5navy.blogspot.com/feeds/7550495487164992338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131604561976751866&amp;postID=7550495487164992338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131604561976751866/posts/default/7550495487164992338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131604561976751866/posts/default/7550495487164992338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mp5navy.blogspot.com/2009/11/authors-biography.html' title='Author&apos;s Biography'/><author><name>Mark Lester A. Iragana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740146751603064735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijhXpR5REHs/TWMtlzn08GI/AAAAAAAAAl0/aKnZL9bR8OU/s220/Mark%2BPics.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131604561976751866.post-4975428558559095539</id><published>2008-10-28T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:15:56.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Carol a Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By: George Wither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now is come our joyful feast,&lt;br /&gt;Let every man be jolly;&lt;br /&gt;Each room with ivy leaves is dressed,&lt;br /&gt;And every post with holly.&lt;br /&gt;Though some churls at our mirth repine,&lt;br /&gt;Round your foreheads garlands twine,&lt;br /&gt;Drown sorrow in a cup of wine,&lt;br /&gt;And let us all be merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all our neighbors' chimneys smoke,&lt;br /&gt;And Christmas blocks are burning;&lt;br /&gt;Their ovens they with baked meats choke,&lt;br /&gt;And all their spits are turning.&lt;br /&gt;Without the door let sorrow lie,&lt;br /&gt;And if for cold it hap to die,&lt;br /&gt;We'll bury it in a Christmas pie,&lt;br /&gt;And evermore be merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now every lad is wondrous trim,&lt;br /&gt;And no man minds his labor;&lt;br /&gt;Our lasses have provided them&lt;br /&gt;A bagpipe and a tabor.&lt;br /&gt;Young men and maids, and girls and boys,&lt;br /&gt;Give life to one another's joys;&lt;br /&gt;And you anon shall by their noise&lt;br /&gt;Perceive that they are merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rank misers now do sparing shun,&lt;br /&gt;Their hall of music soundeth;&lt;br /&gt;And dogs thence with whole shoulders run,&lt;br /&gt;So all things aboundeth.&lt;br /&gt;The country-folk themselves advance,&lt;br /&gt;For crowdy-mutton's come out of France;&lt;br /&gt;And Jack shall pipe and Jill shall dance,&lt;br /&gt;And all the town be merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned Swatch hath fetched his bands from pawn,&lt;br /&gt;And all his best apparel;&lt;br /&gt;Brisk Nell hath bought a ruff of lawn&lt;br /&gt;With droppings of the barrel.&lt;br /&gt;And those that hardly all the year&lt;br /&gt;Had bread to eat or rags to wear,&lt;br /&gt;Will have both clothes and dainty fare,&lt;br /&gt;And all the day be merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now poor men to the justices&lt;br /&gt;With capons make their errands;&lt;br /&gt;And if they hap to fail of these,&lt;br /&gt;They plague them with their warrants.&lt;br /&gt;But now they feed them with good cheer,&lt;br /&gt;And what they want they take in beer,&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas comes but once a year,&lt;br /&gt;And then they shall be merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good farmers in the country nurse&lt;br /&gt;The poor, that else were undone;&lt;br /&gt;Some landlords spend their money worse,&lt;br /&gt;On lust and pride at London.&lt;br /&gt;There the roisters they do play,&lt;br /&gt;Drab and dice their land away,&lt;br /&gt;Which may be ours another day;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore let's be merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The client now his suit forbears,&lt;br /&gt;The prisoner's heart is eased;&lt;br /&gt;The debtor drinks away his cares,&lt;br /&gt;And for the time is pleased.&lt;br /&gt;Though others' purses be more fat,&lt;br /&gt;Why should we pine or grieve at that;&lt;br /&gt;Hang sorrow, care will kill a cat,&lt;br /&gt;And therefore let's be merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hark how the wags abroad do call&lt;br /&gt;Each other forth to rambling;&lt;br /&gt;Anon you'll see them in the hall,&lt;br /&gt;For nuts and apples scrambling;&lt;br /&gt;Hark how the roofs with laughter's sound,&lt;br /&gt;Anon they'll think the house goes round;&lt;br /&gt;For they the cellar's depths have found,&lt;br /&gt;And there they will be merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wenches with their wassail-bowls&lt;br /&gt;About the streets are singing;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are come to catch the owls,&lt;br /&gt;The wild mare in is bringing.&lt;br /&gt;Our kitchen boy hath broke his box,&lt;br /&gt;And to the dealing of the ox&lt;br /&gt;Our honest neighbors come by flocks,&lt;br /&gt;And here they will be merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now kings and queens poor sheep-cotes have,&lt;br /&gt;And mate with everybody;&lt;br /&gt;The honest now may play the knave,&lt;br /&gt;And wise men play at noddy.&lt;br /&gt;Some youths will now a mumming go,&lt;br /&gt;Some others play at Rowland-hoe,&lt;br /&gt;And twenty other gameboys moe;&lt;br /&gt;Because they will be merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then wherefore in these merry days&lt;br /&gt;Should we, I pray, be duller?&lt;br /&gt;No, let us sing some roundelays&lt;br /&gt;To make our mirth the fuller.&lt;br /&gt;And whilst we thus inspired sing,&lt;br /&gt;Let all the streets with echoes ring;&lt;br /&gt;Woods, and hills, and everything&lt;br /&gt;Bear witness we are merry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131604561976751866-4975428558559095539?l=mp5navy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mp5navy.blogspot.com/feeds/4975428558559095539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131604561976751866&amp;postID=4975428558559095539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131604561976751866/posts/default/4975428558559095539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131604561976751866/posts/default/4975428558559095539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mp5navy.blogspot.com/2008/10/christmas-carol-christmas.html' title='A Christmas Carol a Christmas'/><author><name>Mark Lester A. Iragana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740146751603064735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijhXpR5REHs/TWMtlzn08GI/AAAAAAAAAl0/aKnZL9bR8OU/s220/Mark%2BPics.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131604561976751866.post-2658683340738832534</id><published>2008-10-28T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:16:22.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas the Night before Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By: Clement Clarke Moore (1779 - 1863)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house&lt;br /&gt;Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were nestled all snug in their beds,&lt;br /&gt;While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.&lt;br /&gt;And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,&lt;br /&gt;Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,&lt;br /&gt;I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.&lt;br /&gt;Away to the window I flew like a flash,&lt;br /&gt;Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow&lt;br /&gt;Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.&lt;br /&gt;When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,&lt;br /&gt;But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little old driver, so lively and quick,&lt;br /&gt;I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.&lt;br /&gt;More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,&lt;br /&gt;And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!&lt;br /&gt;On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!&lt;br /&gt;To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!&lt;br /&gt;Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,&lt;br /&gt;When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,&lt;br /&gt;With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof&lt;br /&gt;The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.&lt;br /&gt;As I drew in my head, and was turning around,&lt;br /&gt;Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,&lt;br /&gt;And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.&lt;br /&gt;A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,&lt;br /&gt;And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!&lt;br /&gt;His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!&lt;br /&gt;His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,&lt;br /&gt;And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,&lt;br /&gt;And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.&lt;br /&gt;He had a broad face and a little round belly,&lt;br /&gt;That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,&lt;br /&gt;And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!&lt;br /&gt;A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,&lt;br /&gt;Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,&lt;br /&gt;And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;And laying his finger aside of his nose,&lt;br /&gt;And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,&lt;br /&gt;And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.&lt;br /&gt;But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131604561976751866-2658683340738832534?l=mp5navy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mp5navy.blogspot.com/feeds/2658683340738832534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131604561976751866&amp;postID=2658683340738832534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131604561976751866/posts/default/2658683340738832534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131604561976751866/posts/default/2658683340738832534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mp5navy.blogspot.com/2008/10/twas-night-before-christmas-poem.html' title='Twas the Night before Christmas'/><author><name>Mark Lester A. Iragana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740146751603064735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijhXpR5REHs/TWMtlzn08GI/AAAAAAAAAl0/aKnZL9bR8OU/s220/Mark%2BPics.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131604561976751866.post-6287847771905667939</id><published>2008-10-28T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:33:34.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Christmas Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Stookey, 1963 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it came to pass on a Christmas evening&lt;br /&gt;While all the doors were shuttered tight&lt;br /&gt;Outside standing, lonely boy-child&lt;br /&gt;Cold and shivering in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the street, every window&lt;br /&gt;Save but one, was gleaming bright&lt;br /&gt;And to this window walked the boy-child&lt;br /&gt;Peeking in saw, candle light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through other windows he had looked at turkeys&lt;br /&gt;Ducks and geese, cherry pies&lt;br /&gt;But through this window saw a grey-haired lady&lt;br /&gt;Table bare and tears in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into his coat reached the boy-child&lt;br /&gt;Knowing well there was little there&lt;br /&gt;He took from his pocket,&lt;br /&gt;his own Christmas dinner&lt;br /&gt;A bit of cheese, some bread to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His outstretched hands&lt;br /&gt;held the food and they trembled&lt;br /&gt;As the door, it opened wide&lt;br /&gt;Said he, Would you share with me Christmas dinner&lt;br /&gt;Gently said she, Come inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grey-haired lady brought forth to the table&lt;br /&gt;Glasses two and her last drop of wine&lt;br /&gt;Said she, Here's a toast to everyone's Christmas&lt;br /&gt;and especially, yours and mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it came to pass on that Christmas evening&lt;br /&gt;While all the doors were shuttered tight&lt;br /&gt;That in that town, the happiest Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Was shared by candle light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Silent Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent night, holy night&lt;br /&gt;All is calm, all is bright&lt;br /&gt;Round yon Virgin Mother and Child&lt;br /&gt;Holy Infant so tender and mild&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in heavenly peace&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in heavenly peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent night, holy night!&lt;br /&gt;Shepherds quake at the sight&lt;br /&gt;Glories stream from heaven afar&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Christ, the Saviour is born&lt;br /&gt;Christ, the Saviour is born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent night, holy night&lt;br /&gt;Son of God, love's pure light&lt;br /&gt;Radiant beams from Thy holy face&lt;br /&gt;With the dawn of redeeming grace&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Auld Lang Syne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should auld acquaintance be forgot, &lt;br /&gt;And never brought to mind? &lt;br /&gt;Should auld acquaintance be forgot, &lt;br /&gt;And auld lang syne! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus.-For auld lang syne, my dear, &lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne. &lt;br /&gt;We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, &lt;br /&gt;For auld lang syne.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Let It Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the weather outside is frightful, &lt;br /&gt;But the fire is so delightful,&lt;br /&gt;And since we've no place to go,&lt;br /&gt;Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't show signs of Pauseping,&lt;br /&gt;And I've bought some corn for popping,&lt;br /&gt;The lights are turned way down low,&lt;br /&gt;Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally kiss goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;How I'll hate going out in the storm!&lt;br /&gt;But if you'll really hold me tight,&lt;br /&gt;All the way home I'll be warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire is slowly dying,&lt;br /&gt;And, my dear, we're still good-bying,&lt;br /&gt;But as long as you love me so,&lt;br /&gt;Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have yourself a merry little Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart be light&lt;br /&gt;From now on,&lt;br /&gt;our troubles will be out of sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have yourself a merry little Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;Make the Yule-tide gay,&lt;br /&gt;From now on, &lt;br /&gt;our troubles will be miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are as in olden days,&lt;br /&gt;Happy golden days of yore.&lt;br /&gt;Faithful friends who are dear to us&lt;br /&gt;Gather near to us once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years &lt;br /&gt;We all will be together,&lt;br /&gt;If the Fates allow&lt;br /&gt;Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.&lt;br /&gt;And have yourself A merry little Christmas now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131604561976751866-6287847771905667939?l=mp5navy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mp5navy.blogspot.com/feeds/6287847771905667939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131604561976751866&amp;postID=6287847771905667939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131604561976751866/posts/default/6287847771905667939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131604561976751866/posts/default/6287847771905667939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mp5navy.blogspot.com/2008/10/christmas-songs.html' title='Christmas Songs'/><author><name>Mark Lester A. Iragana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740146751603064735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijhXpR5REHs/TWMtlzn08GI/AAAAAAAAAl0/aKnZL9bR8OU/s220/Mark%2BPics.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131604561976751866.post-5452398241387004560</id><published>2008-10-28T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:57:19.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0UXkmTNGnI/SQfW3Ig824I/AAAAAAAAAVE/xOsHP3ParAo/s1600-h/xmastree+as+Smart+Object-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0UXkmTNGnI/SQfW3Ig824I/AAAAAAAAAVE/xOsHP3ParAo/s400/xmastree+as+Smart+Object-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262410932272552834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131604561976751866-5452398241387004560?l=mp5navy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mp5navy.blogspot.com/feeds/5452398241387004560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131604561976751866&amp;postID=5452398241387004560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131604561976751866/posts/default/5452398241387004560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131604561976751866/posts/default/5452398241387004560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mp5navy.blogspot.com/2008/10/christmas-is-very-special-time-of-year.html' title='Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Mark Lester A. Iragana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740146751603064735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijhXpR5REHs/TWMtlzn08GI/AAAAAAAAAl0/aKnZL9bR8OU/s220/Mark%2BPics.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0UXkmTNGnI/SQfW3Ig824I/AAAAAAAAAVE/xOsHP3ParAo/s72-c/xmastree+as+Smart+Object-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131604561976751866.post-7202756435664349939</id><published>2008-10-28T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:09:09.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Turkey</title><content type='html'>Turkey Timetable &lt;br /&gt;OVEN - 325F (160C)&lt;br /&gt;*note timetable is for THAWED turkeys *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unstuffed Turkey&lt;br /&gt;4kg/8lb--3 1/2 to 4 3/4 hours&lt;br /&gt;6.5kg/15lb--4 1/2 to 5 1/2 hours&lt;br /&gt;10kg/22lb--5 3/4 to 7 1/4 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed Turkey&lt;br /&gt;4kg/8lb--4 to 5 1/4 hours&lt;br /&gt;6.5kg.15lb--5 1/4 to 6 1/4 hours&lt;br /&gt;10kg/22lb--6 1/2 to 7 1/2 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas dinner with turkey!  Here are a few tips in preparing and serving turkey, there may still be several questions on your mind about the safe handing of poultry.&lt;br /&gt;If purchased fresh, immediately store in refridgerator and use within 1 or 2 days of purchase.&lt;br /&gt;If purchased frozen, thaw in original wrapping in cold water about 1 hour per pound (2 hours/kg) changing water often. To thaw inthe refridgerator allow 5 hours per pound (10 hours/kg). A 20 to 24 lb. (9 to 10 kg) turkey will take 2 to 3 days using the refridgerator method.These methods keep the exterior of the turkey chilled while allowing the interior to thaw. Never thaw poultry at room temperature.&lt;br /&gt;Special care is required when handling raw turkey. Prepare turkey all at once, do not prepare other foods at the same time. Use a plastic, not a wooden board. Rinse all utensils, chopping board and dish cloth well with a solution of bleach and water after using (1 Tbsp./15ml bleach to 1 gallon/1L water). Wash hands well with soap and hot water before handling other food.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff turkey just prior to cooking. Pre-stuffed turkeys may harbour and give spoilage organisms a chance to grow.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff and truss. Place breast side up on rack in a shallow pan. Cover with foil tent, leaving open at sides. To finish browning turkey, remove foil before end of cooking time and baste with drippings.&lt;br /&gt;Test for doneness when turkey has been in the oven the minimum cooking time. Press the thick muscle of the drumstick, if it feels soft the turkey is done. If the leg moves easily when you lift or twist, and the juices run clear, these are also good tests for doneness.&lt;br /&gt;A roasting thermometer should be placed in the centre of the stuffing for a stuffed turkey and register 165 degree F (80 degrees C). For an unstuffed turkey, 185 degreesF (90 degrees C) when placed in the thigh. Both stuffed and unstuffed require the same amount of cooking time.&lt;br /&gt;Remove stuffing from the cavity when turkey is cooked and store or freeze any leftovers separately.&lt;br /&gt;To store cooked turkey meat, remove large pieces from the bones and refridgerate or freeze within 1 1/2 hours of serving. If refridgerated use within 3 days, meat will keep up to 2 months in the freezer. Gravy should be used in 2 days refridgerated, or 3 months if frozen.&lt;br /&gt;To estimate the amount of stuffing you will require - ! 1/4 cups (250-300ml) of stuffing should suffice for each kilogram of turkey. Stuff loosley. Keep in mind that large turkeys require less stuffing per kilogram than smaller birds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5131604561976751866-7202756435664349939?l=mp5navy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mp5navy.blogspot.com/feeds/7202756435664349939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5131604561976751866&amp;postID=7202756435664349939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131604561976751866/posts/default/7202756435664349939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131604561976751866/posts/default/7202756435664349939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mp5navy.blogspot.com/2008/10/turkey-talk.html' title='Christmas Turkey'/><author><name>Mark Lester A. 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