I thought it would be fun to share some of the Christmas e-mails I have been getting. I must admit though some I cannot post as ABN would lose its viewing for 17 and under status, lol. The first one I will post is sentimental.

> Adventure With Grandma
> I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was
> just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to
> visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There
> is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!"
>
> My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to
> her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I
> knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the
> truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed
> with one of her world-famous cinnamon buns. I knew they were
> world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.
>
> Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites,
> I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa
> Claus!" she snorted. "Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That
> rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad,
> plain mad. Now, put on your coat, and let's go."
>
> "Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my
> second world-famous, cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be
> Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a
> little bit of just about everything. As we walked through
> its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle
> in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy
> something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the
> car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.
>
> I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my
> mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself.
> The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling
> to finish their Christmas shopping. For a few moments I
> just stood there, confused, clutching that ten- dollar bill,
> wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.
>
> I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my
> neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my
> church. I was just about thought out, when I suddenly
> thought of BobbyDecker. He was a kid with bad breath and
> messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs.Pollock' s
> grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew
> that because he never went out for recess during the winter.
> His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he
> had a cough, but all we kids knew that BobbyDecker didn' t have
> a cough, and he didn't have a coat. I fingered the
> ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy
> BobbyDeckera coat!
>
> I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It
> looked real warm, and he would like that. "Is this a
> Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter
> asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes," I
> replied shyly. "It's .... for Bobby." The nice lady smiled at me.
> I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag
> and wished me a Merry Christmas.
>
> That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas
> paper and ribbons (a little tag fell out of the coat, and
> Grandma tucked it in her Bible) and wrote, "To Bobby, From
> Santa Claus" on it -- Grandma said that Santa always
> insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to BobbyDecker' s
> house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever
> officially one of Santa's helpers.
>
> Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and
> I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk.
> Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she
> whispered, "get going."
>
> I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the
> present down on his step, pounded his doorbell and flew back
> to the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together we waited
> breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open.
> Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.
>
> Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent
> shivering, beside my Grandma, in BobbyDecker's bushes. That
> night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus
> were just what Grandma said they were: ridiculous.
> Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.
>
> I still have the Bible, with the tag tucked inside: $19.95.
>
> He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find
> Christmas under a tree.

Palm trees wave, are you listenin'?
In the pool, water's glistenin'
A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight
Livin' in a desert wonderland.

Gone away is the blizzard,
Here to stay is the lizard,
A warm sunny day, we like it that way,
Livin' in a desert wonderland.

In the desert we will have a picnic,
Cactus, sand, rattlesnakes and sun.
Christmas dinner is an old tradition,
It's pinto beans and tacos by the ton.

Later on we'll perspire,
Temperatures rise even higher,
A warm sunny day, we like it that way,
Livin' in a desert wonderland.

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****"Have a Blessed CHRISTMAS"****

Thanks for posting that Marcia - I'm going to send it to my sister I think she'll really like it too .

Thanks for sharing! They are good! I wish I had one for you guys! Merry Christmas!

Ok I have a site to check out for a Christmas funny - The perfect couple - and yes its rated G =) http://www.flashfunpages.com/couple.swf.

Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas. Thought I would share this little poem I received. Maybe we will all have better luck in the Goddess Club this year, lol.



> After Christmas
> ================
>
> 'Twas the week after Christmas, and all through the house
> Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
> The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste
> At the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
>
> When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
> When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber).
>
> I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared;
> The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
>
> The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
> And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."
>
> As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt
> And prepared once again to do battle with dirt
>
> I said to myself, as I only can
> "You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!"
>
> So away with the last of the sour cream dip,
> Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip
>
> Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
> "Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
>
> I won't have a cookie - not even a lick.
> I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
>
> I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
> I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
>
> I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore
> But isn't that what January is for?
>
> Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
> Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!
>
>
> ~Author Unknown~