You look pretty happy in this pic.
Posted on 12/07/2008 8:15:32 AM PST by a real Sheila
I saw a blog several years ago asking folks to write about the worst Christmas gift they ever received. It is one of the funniest things I've ever read. Knowing the sense of humor most freepers have, I would like to hear your answers and stories.
"DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old. "Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. "Papa says, 'If you see it in THE SUN it's so.' "Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus? "VIRGINIA O'HANLON. "115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET." VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy.
This was my "Virgina" reference - I don't get the "Shirley" comment...
"DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old. "Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. "Papa says, 'If you see it in THE SUN it's so.' "Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus? "VIRGINIA O'HANLON. "115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET." VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy.
This was my "Virgina" reference - I don't get the "Shirley" comment...
My mom used to make up some good fruitcakes. She and my dad always enjoy receiving one.
Very sorry to hear that VVDoug.
The only thing that could make that any worse would be if it were used...
On the week before Christmas each year dad would begin to read aloud to us the Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. As characters would appear and reappear within the story he would change his voice to suit the role. "Marley was dead....Old Marley was as dead as a door nail," he would begin. Later his scariest voice would rattle out the sounds of Marley's tortured chains and the Ghost of Christmas Past, Present, and Future. Deep and fearsome were the ghosts and spirits (which by everyone's account were also the most fun to hear); but he reserved his most gentle and joyful voice for Tiny Tim. Some of us heard only parts of the story as we fell asleep before the evening reading was complete.
Dad believed in the idea expressed in the story that you could measure the goodness in a person by how they kept Christmas. Dad and Mom kept it very well, with lights, and yard displays and generosity and homemade eggnog and hard sauce for the plum pudding and a belief that someone watches over everyone.
If I could, I'd like to be in that little house in which Mom and Dad built upon their dreams and offered us freely the best they had to offer. I would like to be in the warmth and fall asleep on the floor with a gentle voice saying, "God Bless us everyone.
LOL :) I just saw that commercial a night or two ago. I was actually thinking about getting one for the family, but I couldn’t believe they tried to make out like you could wear them out in public. You’d look like an idiot. I would ask you your size, but it says it’s one size fits all. Keep an eye peeled for the UPS man. :)
Leisure Suits.
Two of them.
One was ‘peach’ colored, the other was ‘powder blue’.
My mom bought them.
My favorite present? A Kimber .45
I gave it to myself. :)
LOL :)
Brian was in trouble. He forgot to get his wife a Christmas present!!!
His wife was really angry.
She told him - ‘Tomorrow morning, I expect to find a gift in the driveway that goes from 0 to 200 in less than 10 seconds,
AND IT BETTER BE THERE!!’
The next morning Brian got up early and left for work.
When his wife woke up she looked out the window and sure enough there was a box gift-wrapped in the middle of the driveway.
Confused, the wife put on her robe and ran out to the driveway, and brought the box back in the house.
She opened it and found a brand new bathroom scale.
Brian has been seen since.
Would ya believe it came with a cheesecloth bag full of pickling spices and a bottle of turmeric?
You look pretty happy in this pic.
Did you know there was only one fruit caked baked back in the 18th century and they’re still slicing off of it.
The worst Christmas gift I ever received was a Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt from my boyfriend of many years...to make matters worse, it was size XL and I am really petite! Since in past years he’d given me gifts of jewelry, it was pretty clear that the relationship was on it’s last legs!
I was thinking of making myself one. I love having something over myself in the evenings because it is now really cold here but I’m not paying what they want for 2 yards of fleece when I can go to Joann’s and get it for $3.99 a yard and with about an hour of my time I have one for $8.
How absolutely horrible; I am so sorry. One of my aunts took her own life just before Thanksgiving too, 40 years ago this year. I still look at the clock at noon every November 15th and think, I was finding out about “it” right at this moment....
I honestly would have preferred nothing. Which, as it turned out, was what I got. When I went to use it at the store after the New Year I found out it had expired on December 31.
Um, could you have been mistaken?
I mean, my mom always called that thing a “hot water bottle.”
:-)
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