The Best of Christmas Sitcoms
My Top Ten list would not be complete without:
All in the Family - Christmas at the Bunkers
Andy Griffith Christmas episode
Dick Van Dyke Christmas episode
Mary Tyler Moore 1st Christmas episode...
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My Dog Sam
Dear Abby, I too was picked on when I was a child and I too turned to our dog Queenie. She always gave me love and she always listened. Bless you.
When it's Christmas in the Smokies
And we've had a winter's blow
And everything for miles around
Is covered deep in snow. When we've finished all our shopping
And trimmed the perfect tree,
And find that obligations
Leave some time for you and me;
Then the silver moon beams beckon
And their brightness lights our way,
And there seems no better place to be
Than riding in a sleigh.
So many times on cold winter nights
We glide the forest trails,
'Mid sound of muffled hoofbeats
And song of harness bells.
We pause upon the old stone bridge
Above the river's glare,
Where hardy skaters pivouette
Despite the frigid air.
And then atop a high hill crest
We stop to rest the mare,
While Heaven's diamond studded stars
Reflect upon your hair.
Such moments last forever
They defy eternity,
For time is held immobilized
By Christmas memory.
Reluctantly we turn for home
And give the nag her head,
She whisks us briskly through the night
We'll soon be home in bed.
And there we'll dream of sculpted drifts
Piled high by winter's blow,
And lovers in a magic sleigh
That skims across the snow..
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There was a little daughter once, whose feet were—oh, so small!
That when the Christmas eve came round, they wouldn’t do at all.
At least she said they wouldn’t do, and so she tried another’s,
And folding her wee stocking up, she slyly took her mother’s.
“I’ll pin this big one here,” she said—then sat before the fire,
Watching the supple, dancing flames, and shadows darting by her,
Till silently she drifted off to that queer land, you know,
Of “Nowhere in particular,” where sleepy children go.
She never knew the tumult rare that came upon the roof!
She never heard the patter of a single reindeer hoof;
She never knew how Some One came and looked his shrewd surprise
At the wee foot and the stocking—so different in size!
She only knew, when morning dawned, that she was safe in bed.
“It’s Christmas! Ho!” and merrily she raised her pretty head;
Then, wild with glee, she saw what “dear old Santa Claus” had done,
And ran to tell the joyful news to each and every one:
“Mama! Papa! Please come and look! a lovely doll, and all!”
And “See how full the stocking is! Mine would have been too small.
I borrowed this for Santa Claus. It isn’t fair, you know,
To make him wait forever for a little girl to grow."