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Posted on 11/30/2008 10:15:39 PM PST by JustAmy
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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 beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
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.
Wishing you and yours a FINEST Christmas!!!
Silly wabbit!
Oh, that is just too sweet!!!
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Sorry, but ... we don't have any plans to travel North for a long, long time.
I looked and looked for the perfect poem for that picture, but there was nothing that seemed to fit. I didn’t have nicknamedbob’s phone number, or I would have had him put one together for me. That picture needs it’s own story. ;-)
Toy Escape
Late Christmas Eve, when all was still,
And the room was dark as night,
The Christmas tree lit magically;
It was a fantastic sight!
Then from around the tree trunk now,
There came a funny sound,
As gifts began to unwrap themselves,
And toys jumped out all around.
The music box began to play,
And in a crazy trance,
The candy canes jumped off the tree
To do a silly dance.
The big stuffed bear leaped to his feet,
To see what he could see;
He rode a shiny, bright red bike
Around the Christmas tree.
The new toy kitchen started to cook,
And before you could blink an eye,
The oven door opened, and from inside
Came a tiny pizza pie.
A squirt gun squirted everything;
It knew what it was for;
By the time that it was finished,
A big puddle lay on the floor.
A beautiful doll with golden hair
Was searching for a friend;
A toy soldier marched up and took her hand;
They were a perfect blend.
In the bedroom were a boy and girl;
Asleep in Christmas dreams;
The soldier saluted; the doll gave a kiss;
At least that's the way it seems.
Now everything began to tire;
The toys went back in place.
But when mother woke in the morning,
You should have seen her face.
The tree was fine; the gifts were there,
Yet mother gave a roar;
She looked at her wet shoes and yelled,
“What's this puddle on my floor?”
By Joanna Fuchs
I thought it was a wonderful “fit”.
;o)
But you SAID she would paint my windows!
I love this!
;o)
I said "could".
Never go up against a Sicilian when Death is on the line.
Or with a Venetian on a blind date.
You Just Might Be A Scrooge...
If your only contact with three spirits on Christmas Eve is gin, vodka and bourbon
— you just might be a Scrooge
If you turn on the lawn sprinklers on Christmas Eve to keep carolers away — you
just might be a Scrooge
If you buy all of your Christmas gifts at a store that also sells gas
— you just might be a Scrooge
If your favorite version of “Babes in Toyland” stars Michael Jackson - you just
might be a Scrooge
If you get your Christmas Tree at a rest stop at night — you just might be a Scrooge
If you give bathroom fixtures as Christmas gifts — you just might be a Scrooge
If your prized Christmas ornament is Santa Claus shooting the moon -
you just might be a Scrooge
If your favorite Christmas movie is Jurassic Park - you just might be a Scrooge
If your idea of Christmas dinner is a six pack of beer and a cheese log -you just
might be a Scrooge
If you think “Ho, Ho, Ho” is a line from a Rocky movie — you just might be a Scrooge
If your best Christmas tradition involves a fire and reindeer meat -
you just might be a Scrooge
If your favorite version of “Silent Night” is sung by OJ Simpson — you just might
be a Scrooge
If your favorite past time is putting defective bulbs in your neighbors’ string of
Christmas lights or defacing Christmas lawn caricatures with egg nog - you just
might be a Scrooge
And, finally - if your only holiday decoration is a rotting pumpkin -
you just might be a Scrooge
Or a Scot at any time.
Tell her she can run but you know the rest.
*<||:{>
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‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the town
Not a sign of Baby Jesus
was anywhere to be found.
The people were all busy
with Christmas time chores
Like decorating, and baking,
and shopping in stores.
No one sang “Away in a manger,
no crib for a bed”.
Instead, they sang of Santa
dressed-up in bright red.
Mama watched Martha Stewart,
Papa drank beer from a tap.
As hour upon hour
the presents they’d wrap
When what from the T.V.
did they suddenly hear?
‘Cept an ad which told
of a big sale at Sears.
So away to the mall
they all flew like a flash
Buying things on credit
and others with cash!
And, as they made their way home
from their trip to the mall,
Did they think about Jesus?
Oh, no ... not at all.
Their lives were so busy
with their Christmas time things
No time to remember that
Christ Jesus, is our King.
There were presents to wrap
and cookies to bake.
How could they stop and remember
Who died for their sake?
To pray to the Savior
they had no time to stop.
Because they needed more time
to “Shop til they dropped!”
On Wal-mart! On K-mart!
On Target! On Penney’s!
On Hallmark! On Zales!
A quick lunch at Denny’s
From the big stores downtown
to the stores at the mall
They would dash away, dash away,
and visit them all!
And up on the roof,
there arose such a clatter
As grandpa hung icicle lights
up on his brand new step ladder.
He hung lights that would flash.
He hung lights that would twirl.
Yet, he never once prayed to Jesus
our Light of the world.
Christ’s eyes ... how they twinkle!
Christ’s Spirit ... how merry!
Christ’s love ... how enormous!
All our burdens ... He’ll carry!
So instead of being busy,
overworked, and uptight
Let’s put Christ back in
Christmas and enjoy some good nights
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That’s unusually lovely.
Have you noticed that life seems to follow certain patterns? Like I noticed that every year around this time I hear Chrismas music.
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