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Post by SunnyGirl on Dec 5, 2003 15:17:53 GMT -5
A four-year-old boy who was asked to return thanks
before Christmas dinner. The family members bowed
their heads in expectation.
He began his prayer, thanking God for all his friends,
naming them one by one. Then he thanked God for
Mommy, Daddy, brother, sister, Grandma, Grandpa,
and all his aunts and uncles.
Then he began to thank God for the food. He gave
thanks for the turkey, the dressing, the fruit salad,
the cranberry sauce, the pies, the cakes, even the
Cool Whip.
Then he paused, and everyone waited ...........
And waited.............
And waited.............
After a long silence, the young fellow looked up at
his mother and asked.........
"If I thank God for the broccoli, won't he know that
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Post by SunnyGirl on Dec 5, 2003 15:22:37 GMT -5
If you see a fat man ...
Who's jolly and cute,
wearing a beard
and a red flannel suit,
and if he is chuckling
and laughing away,
while flying around
in a miniature sleigh
with eight tiny reindeer
to pull him along,
then lets face it...
Your eggnog's too strong! |
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Post by SunnyGirl on Dec 5, 2003 15:52:43 GMT -5
 Santa was very upset.
It was Christmas Eve and NOTHING
was going right!
Mrs. Claus had burned all the cookies. The elves were
complaining about not getting paid for the overtime
they had while making the toys. The reindeer had been
drinking all afternoon and were dead drunk. To make
matters worse, they had taken the sleigh out for a spin
earlier in the day and had crashed it into a tree.
Santa was furious. "I can't believe it! I've got to deliver
millions of presents all over the world in just a few hours
and all of my reindeer are drunk, the elves are on strike
and I don't even have a Christmas tree!"
He continued, "And I sent that Little Angel out hours
ago to find a tree and he isn't even back yet!
What am I going to do?"
Just then, the Little Angel opened the front door and
stepped in from the snowy night, dragging a Christmas
tree behind him. He said, "Yo, fat man! Where do you
want me to stick the tree this year?"
And thus the tradition of angels atop the Christmas
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. I will be back looking for Lin and others.