CHRISTMAS/HOLIDAY DIGITAL WORKS
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To Santa DearTo Mr. Santa Claus,:thumb11801473:
Here's a letter for you, Santa dear,
So please try to listen and please try to hear.
Please try to hear what I've got to say,
Because here is what I wish for on Christmas Day.
I could always ask for a material thing.
Then again, I'm so lucky, I'm still able to sing.
So I'll ask you to give joy and maybe send some snow.
Some people haven't seen some, but what do I know?
So there's joy and there's snow, what else could I ask?
Maybe for peace, not war in a mask.
Think what we could accomplish if we all live in peace.
So please, dear ol' Santa, make all the wars cease.
Okay maybe that last one's currently too hard
Oh SantaDear Mr. Santa Claus,
How are you? How is Mrs. Claus? I hope that everyone is doing very well up at the North Pole. My mommy said that it is time for me to write a letter to you to tell you what I would like for Christmas since I have been very good this year. And now mommy gives me the crayon to write with, so here we go...
In case you did not kno yet, I have a new sissy this year and she wood WEAWY like a new toy to play witf. Somthin flashy and lights up and dwives mommy and daddy bananas. I just kno she wood weally LOVE that toy if you can get it for her Santa. Oh and some stuffed aminals becuse she weally wans thos to. For me, Santa pw
the Christmas BirdIcicled and frozen,
Beneath the great gray sky,
A little lost dove spots the tall slim pine,
And on top of it he does rest.
The winter winds blow,
The harsh snow pounds,
But the little bird does not
The young dove is sent scampering
As the pine bends and shakes,
A mere rope in the wind's wild game
Of reckless tug-a-war.
The winter winds blow,
The harsh snow pounds,
Bright fire glowing
without a single fear.
Christmas stories told
for many ears to hear.
White snow without a show
as the sun sets away.
How we wish it would glow
without having to wait another day.
Long and slow may the night pass
till morning strikes its wonder.
Round the tree all the children gasp
as there minds begin to ponder.
TothePeople Who Hate Christmas:thumb70831848:
You say you hate the red and green
Maybe Holloween is more your thing.
You're just scared of peppermint breath
What you ask for is never what you get
You're allergic to snow, skiing and sleds
Visions of sugar plums fill you with dread!
Ebenezer Grinch this song goes out to you.
It seems to me you're a little bit confused,
About the joy of the christmas tree,
And children's faces filled with glee.
I hate to say it but I really think you're sick.
What kind of person could hate St. Nick?
Well, Bah Humbug! right back at you!
I throw my peanut brittle at you!
It's not our fault that you
Last DecemberLast December I remember
How the fire was red as embers
Outside the choirs sang Silent night
while we made love that night
how she leaned over to whisper
darlin darlin I love ya
You should've heard you should've heard
the church bells sing Alleluia
Last December she trimmed the tree
How her cheeks they glow under the fireplace
there's no way to replace
that sexy look on her face
When I asked her ' Baby what're you doing?'
She said ' Darlin I'm making a list.
I'm checking it twice.
to see if my baby's all naughty or nice'
I can't ever forget Christmas eve night
last year our tree glowed with pride
we trinket the tree in bu
A Family GiftA parent's gift to a child:
Throughout your life I will
A child's gift to a parent:
As an infant I will
unconditionally love you.
As a young person I will
be loyal to you.
As a teenager I will
As an adult I will
be your friend.
When a parent's gift is given
with open heart and hands,
a child's gift is given naturally,
and not upon demand.
Winter SpiritYoure old and bearded, frail and weak. Youve teeth that are rotting, and a smile that ruptures your skin. You dress royally, a cross-dressing ballet dancer thats grown old, but never lost the spirit of the dance. You sing and shout merrily, dancing atop rooftops with the glee of a five year old, echoing the spirits you inspire. The saddest thing is, however, that youre long dead and buried. Lying meekly in a soaked grave, your skeleton has turned into bones that could belong to anyone. That, my dear saint, is the bare truth. Perhaps, however, that truth isnt actually a bad one. Perhaps its not something to
Last ChristmasLast Christmas:thumb71900485:
The spicy aroma of searing hot mince pies leaked from the oven and two white mugs chinked together as they rotated within the illuminated microwave.
He took my hand as if nothing else mattered. Simply took it, and held it within his own.
Frank shifted within his dog basket, a small wine escaping as his jaws stretched into a lazy yawn that seemed to sum up the entire feeling of the day so far.The skies had darkened at precisely twenty eight minutes past four and the wind blustered against the window panes, smattering leaves against the rain streaked glass.
I felt myself being drawn to him, into his arms as the dull whirring
Letter to SantaDear Santa,:thumb72391848: :thumb71907520:
Its Christmas, and I want to ask you for what every other five year old could want.
Can I have a pony?
I also kind of wanted a stuffed pig this year to add to my pig collection. Oh! It would be so cool if it sang like that one that I saw at the store?
Jimmy turned 17 the other day and got a laptop, so can I have a laptop too? I promise itll be easy for me to learn how to use it.
Except while he was on it he began looking up pictures of naked ladies. He said Come here, Tyler. Isnt this awesome? But I didnt want to see the naked ladies. So I left the room.
Do all laptops show pictures
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Self Promotion: My Own Christmas/Holiday Pieces
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