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The Best of Christmas Sitcoms
Here are my top 10: (in no particular order)
All 3 M*A*S*H Christmas episodes they made:
Death Takes a Holiday
The Bob Newhart Show:
His Busiest Time
I'm Dreaming of a...
Tips for Buying a Fresh Tree
I will do that fresh cut of the trunk.....that was my problem last Christmas.....the tree lost so many needles....even tho it was fresh....the problem was....since I didn´t cut the trunk....the tree...
A Cowboy’s Christmas By John Degel c- 2007
Twas the night before Christmas, a cold, windy night.
The boys was all snuggled in their blankets real tight,
‘Cept for the ones a ridin’ herd through out the night.
When someone shouted, "Aw, whut the heck?!
We all sat up quick to see whut wuz the matter,
And there was Tucson Pete all in a turrible lather.
"Someone took my sombrero and my one pair a’ boots,
There’s a thief amongst you, ya sorry galoots!"
Then we all checked our warbags and come up missin,
Somethin’ of value each cowboy called his’n
Shirts, hats and pants, and belts to boot,
Was all inventoried as part of the loot.
Our warbags was plundered,
Our goods scattered about,
When suddenly old cookie
Let out with a shout...
"Hey, boys, looky here, ain’t this a sight?"
And pointed to his chuckwagon there in the night,
There on his table, for all to see,
Was a twinklin’ and shiny tall Christmas tree.
And pile all around it, like a kiddie’s toys,
Was a bunch of packages, addressed to the boys.
We all snatched ours up, without a word,
All you could hear was the call of a bird.
Tucson Pete had a new hat, and shiny new boots.
There was plenty of clothing for all them galoots.
And me? Well, I pondered and sat,
Sittin’ there starin’ at my new Stetson hat.
"It’s clear to me boys, this wan’t no trick,
Said Cookie, "We had us a visit from old Saint Nick."
And we all looked up with wondering eyes,
Starin’ around under the starry night skies.
Way over there, on Thunderhead Butte,
Stood a fat, dumpy fella in a red furry suit.
His remuda had horns, and was hitched to a sleigh,
And he shouted to us, "I got visits to pay!"
Try on your gear, it’s a guaranteed fit,
You’ll get used to them new boots in just a bit."
Then jumped in his sleigh and gave out a shout,
"All right you rannies, let’s move it on out."
They all started runnin’ to the edge of the hill,
Then took off a flyin’ with nary a spill.
And as we watched them fly out of sight,
He shouted out clear, "God bless you this night!"
Last edited by Montana's Santa; 10-11-2007 at 07:21 AM.
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