Holy Shit! It's Christmas Eve!

When did this happen? It's never come this fast before! I still got shit to wrap!

What night of Hanukkah is it? Has Kwanzaa started yet? What IS Kwanzaa?!

I really need to start paying attention...

:grouphug:

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa (if that's started yet), Blessed Solstice, Fantastic Festivus and Intoxicating Erismas to you all.

'To diverse gods
Do mortals bow;
Holy Cow, and
Wholly Chao'

I haven't been here that long, but the lot of you have grown on me rather quickly - even those of you I don't get along with too well. We won this year, but the battle for progress in our country and our world will never end. As we argue, insult and debate the best ways to do this in the coming year, let us remember the sage wisdom of the Rev. Lady Mal:

"Everybody I know who is right always agrees with ME."

:grouphug: My love and best wishes to everyone. May the Goddess shower you with her blessing. Or not.

I propose we advertise on buses with signs that say, "Who needs St. Valentines to love your partner? Just fuck for fuck's sake."

Those trees are plotting, mark my words...

People said it was a great trilogy, I say it was a horribly biased reproduction of Pinochet's coup. Those trees indeed are plotting, and I am too damn 'murikan to let them pull what they did to the Shire in the US o-fuckin A

Merry Xmas.

:)

So, you say there's a holiday? Wow. It's been a heck of a year. The election couldn't come fast enough and now it's xmas? Tonight?

Oh well, there's always next year. :rofl:

Of course, people have always told me I'm far to old for my age... :banghead:

...that's when you start to worry. Not before.

Have a good one!

Merry christmas

And remember,

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
by Clement Clarke Moore
or Henry Livingston


'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

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 moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top 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 coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys 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 like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old 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 filled all 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 his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."


-----

Of course you could reach for the Dreidel and start spinning hopping that indeed a miracle happened there (The meaning of the letters, Nes Gadol haya sham)

Now get to packing, SANTA

:-)

Merry Christmas

Merry christmas

And remember,

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
by Clement Clarke Moore
or Henry Livingston


'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

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 moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top 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 coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys 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 like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old 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 filled all 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 his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."


-----

Of course you could reach for the Dreidel and start spinning hopping that indeed a miracle happened there (The meaning of the letters, Nes Gadol haya sham)

Now get to packing, SANTA

:-)

Merry Christmas

So I'm spending my time doing nothing and laughing at myself and others. :rofl:

all through the house

Happy Erismas....

Is that the proper greeting?

Such is Discordianism. :toast:

For more information on Erismas, take a look at the original conception by Rev. Fr. Dr. Xenoff the Hoffmaster.

For more information on Discordianism, peruse the Principia Discordia.

:rofl:

under "control of the Evil Ones," and I'm hoping next year will be better..

:hug:

Merry Christmas.

Makes me want to find the SNL sketch from a while back that was the 'alternate ending' to It's A Wonderful Life. All I remember from it was they discovered Mr. Potter wasn't really paralyzed and started beating the crap out of him. :rofl:

I have found a kindred spirit on this site. Have a great day, tomorrow!

:rofl: :hug:

Merry Christmas to you as well!

The light returns Shiver, even buried under 2-3 feet of snow here in Washington!

peace~:)

The Original Snub occurred on the Solstice. The Greeks won't admit it though....

Prisoner of War 07732991 has arrived ;)

Happy Holidays to you