Merry Christmas

[_Ceeboo]

Merry Christmas to all!

[_Doctor Steuss]

Merry Christmas Ceeboo. I hope you and your family enjoy a holiday filled with love and happiness. *squeezy-hugs*

[_canpakes]

Merry Almost Christmas, Ceeboo.

[_Kishkumen]

Merry Christmas, Ceeboo!

[_honorentheos]

Lol

[_Jersey Girl]

Merry Christmas to all!

And to all a good night. :-)

Why are you not posting here? Come back.

[_moksha]

Feliz Navidad, Ceeboo!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wK60zxmctI

Santa and the Twelve Apostles

'Twas the night before Smithmas, when all through the compound
Where the candy was sour, including the horehound;
The tithing envelops were hung by the office with care,
In hopes that the Bishop soon would be there;

The children were nestled at home in their beds,
While visions of video games played in their heads;
And mom in her garments, and me with mine too,
Had just settled down to try something new.

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 sash.

The inflatable Santa was a quivering below
When the gush from a north wind started to blow,
With weather like this that was increasingly hostile,
There appeared a sleigh, and Quorum of Apostles,

With a little old driver, holding a can of Fanta,
I knew in a moment it must be Santa.
More rapid than eagles these Apostles came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, BALLARD! now, HOLLAND! now, UCHTDORF and ANDERSEN!
On, BEDNAR! on COOK! on, RASBAND and CHRISTOFERSON!
To the top of the stairs! to the bottom of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

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 Apostles they flew,
With a sleigh full of claims, and Santa too.

And then, in a twinkling, without drinking Wassel
The prancing and posing of each saintly Apostle.
As I drew in my hand and was turning around,
Down the chimney, Santa came with a bound.

He was dressed in Armani, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were stuffed with cookies and loot;
A bundle of claims 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 in a scowl,
And his clean-shaven skin had mighty long jowls;

He was slender and svelte, a most pious 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 nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And emptied the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to the Apostles gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
HAPPY SMITHMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!

[_Kevin Graham]

Pagans.

[_Doctor CamNC4Me]

Just joking...

I love warm Christmas scenes.



- Doc

[_Brackite]

Merry Christmas, Ceeboo!!!