At the stroke of midnight on Christmas, if a fat man dressed in a red suit jumps through your window, grabs you and puts you in a sack, don’t panic. I told Santa I wanted YOU for Christmas!
Ur friendship is a glowing ember through the yr n each December frm its warm n living spark v kindle flame against da dark n with its shining radiance light our tree of faith on Christmas night.
Merry Christmas indeed. I had thought Happy Christmas was a British thing as I heard it in the late 80s while I was living there. If it is the media, damn them and lumps of coal in their stockings.
It was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, “God Bless Us, Every One!
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