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Mike, I just can't bring myself to find anything much to say except that I hope you have a Merry Christmas and that I truly appreciate the job you do and I'm very happy we met (albeit on another site) a few years ago and that you now post your work here. Keep up the good work in 2014.
I will say the show was good. The only song I have a real comment on is the Classic Pell winner, the terrific Dan Fogleberg song Another Old Lang Syne. That has always been one of my absolute favorite holiday songs and it's a wonderful story told by a great story teller.
in all seriousness....
I am hopelessly middle class! AND I LIKE IT!
As a youngster we were always allowed to open one gift on Christmas eve, and it was always the same thing. My grandparents went to the store and purchased every single grand child a 6 pack of white socks. So when it came to christmas eve my Mom and Dad wouldnt allow us to open anything but Grandma and Grandpas gift. The last few years that we got these we would always joke about opening our socks!
Funny thing is that now I make sure each one of my kids gets a fresh six-pack in their stocking every year.
Great show full of memories, but the Fogelberg song is just solid and emotionally power packed, so it gets the GP!!
Merry Christmas Mike!!! And even to Jon and RJ and the gang, I hope its the best one yet...
ok ok... I will tell you how it happened since you insist!
Mum was sitting on her custom made throne in the Christmas room, when the following exchange took place...
MUM: Hector, take this package to Scott and unwrap it for him. If you unwrap it carefully I will allow you to take the wrappingpaper home with you.
HECTOR: [bowing in agreement he picks up the package and walks towards me] Master Scott, shall I begin at the left or right end of the package?
SCOTT: Oh do begin at the left end, I cant bear another moment of anticipation!
HECTOR: As you wish.
As he begins to open the left end of the package he bumps me ever so slightly and the very tip of my gourmet, award winning, lemon pie touched the now exposed jammies...
MUM: Hector! How could you be so clumsy!
HECTOR: Im so sorry, it will not happen again
MUM: But you made a mistake 4 years ago on the anniversary of our family takeover of Widget Corp! I cannt allow such things to happen anymore, you must depart ... and leave the wrapping paper!
I don't know how Hector got home that night it must have been a 25 mile walk at least! oh well, whadda ya do?
Ah memories!!!
Dear Scott,
I hope you're attacked by crabs.
Holidays. Whatever.
Jon
Jon ate rabid-bat meat moldy sandwiches ... AND LIKED IT!
I on the other hand was served plate after plate of homemade yum-yums, our servants were there to assist us at every moment. I remember one christmas eve when we had to sack one of our fatihful servants, Hector I think it was, who allowed the chefs best lemon creamy pie filling to drip onto my freshly unwrapped Bob Mackey jammies! A terrible mistake, but Im sure he's learned from it...
This year I will be celebrating with my family at our bungalo in the South Pacific, our own island of course. Who would want to spend Christmas with locals anyway? I KNOW RIGHT?!
Merry Christmas to most!! and to most a good night!!! (And by Most, I mean those with the Most!!)
Nope, never had thos things Xmas morning. Maybe a pack of smokes. "Here Jonny, smoke up!" No angles in our household. If there were, their wings were ripped off. I'm just guessing since all my Xmases were spent on homes for boys.
Oh yes, there were mice. We had to fight them for the scraps of moldy bread were were fed for breakfast, brunch, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner and late-night snack.
Of course there was a sash but it wasn't on any friggin' window. It was on the headmistress and if you acted up, she would take that thing off and whip you within an inch of your life. "But it's just a sash" you say. Yeah, a sash made out of denim and metallic spikes.
I opened a pack. A pack of smokes. "Here, Jonny. Smoke up! You won't get addicted". The horror.
THE HORROR.
The only thing on our roof was rabid bats. Sometimes the janitor would capture one of the bats and, if we were good, we could enjoy some rabid bat meat along with our moldy bread as long as the mice didn't get to it first. Yeah, mice eat bats. They're sick that way.
The Waitresses. They did the theme song for "Square Pegs". We were allowed to watch 15 min of tv every night as long as we were good. I only saw 1/2 or 1/4 of tv shows. Never have figured out how that one episode of "Simon & Simon" ended. It's haunted me all these years. Did they die? Did only one die? Whatever happened to the guy that played one of the Simon's? Not that one, the other one.
I once touched someone on the sleeve. They freaked out. I went to bed without afternoon tea, dinner or a late-night snack. It happened quite a few times to me.Same auld lang syne, definitely.
I WON'T be home for Xmas. I'm not welcome because I froth at the mouth and have a fear of water.
Christmas Smishmas. Bah humwhatever.
There are no birthdays today
Norma Jean Fox
(11/30/1945-9/7/2010)
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