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Ho.

Ho Ho?

HO HO HO.

Christmas time is here, by golly,

Disapproval would be folly.

Deck the halls with hunks of holly,

Fill the cup and don't say when.

Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens,

Mix the punch, drag out the Dickens.

Even though the prospect sickens,

Brother, here we go again.

Hello ho ho ho. :-6

I always look forward to calling on forumgarden, the totty is just irresistible. Sit on my lap, abbey, and tell me how your year's been while I rub your shoulders. I might even have brought some ginger wine and mince pies to be seasonal. Don't grin, you deserve it.

Santa Santa Santa!

Hello my old friend its so nice to see you back again, oh dear how we have missed you, some really stupid things have been happening in the world lately, but I have done me best to be good and all of that. I don't want much for meself really, though maybe a nice new guitar would be nice, but I will be happy to have food on the the table this year Santa, gawd bless us, everyone. :-6

Ah it's my model Irishman, the one with the blarney and the double dose of charm and intelligence. I remember, when you were born, three fairy godmothers all pushing to get to the head of the queue and ending up they'd share you rather than not have a piece of the good fortune you carry.

I met a strange chap with black eyebrows and silver hair on the way here, worrying how he was to help the millions of Bob Crachits get through the festive season. I slipped him the keys to the mint, nobody else was going to use them, he might as well. He looked a lot more worried with them than he'd looked without.

On Christmas Day you can't get sore,

Your fellow man you must adore.

There's time to rob him all the more

The other three hundred and sixty-four.

What I need know before you get a new guitar from me, young lad, is what you learned from the last one. Show me a link to something I can listen to and we'll decide how much progress you've made.

Food you may have, and the appetite to enjoy it.

Santa Baby......Hello big boy:-4



written by J. Javits and P. Springer

originally sung by Ertha Kitt

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Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me

I've been an awful good girl

Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue

I'll wait up for you dear

Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Think of all the fun I've missed

Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed

Next year I could be oh so good

If you'd check off my Christmas list

Boo doo bee doo

Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's

Not a lot

I've been an angel all year

Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed

To a platinum mine

Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks

Sign your 'X' on the line

Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Come and trim my Christmas tree

With some decorations bought at Tiffany's

I really do believe in you

Let's see if you believe in me

Boo doo bee doo

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring

I don't mean a phone

Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Hurry down the chimney tonight

Hurry down the chimney tonight

Hi Santa, i LOVE Christmas and yes i've been very good this year!

SantaClaus;1018197 wrote: Ho.

Ho Ho?

HO HO HO.

Christmas time is here, by golly,

Disapproval would be folly.

Deck the halls with hunks of holly,

Fill the cup and don't say when.

Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens,

Mix the punch, drag out the Dickens.

Even though the prospect sickens,

Brother, here we go again.


kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens......sounds like Santa is on a rampage!:wah:

Odie;1018472 wrote: kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens......sounds like Santa is on a rampage!:wah:


hey that doesn't sound like Santa, are we sure this is the real one! :wah:

Jester;1018473 wrote: I think I like you better bad! :sneaky::-4

Heya Hope!;)


Hi Jester! noooooooooo i'm always good! :wah:

why is FG santa always english?? :p :wah:

Hope6;1018499 wrote: hey that doesn't sound like Santa, are we sure this is the real one! :wah:


nope, cannot be the real one he would never talk that way!:sneaky:

sunny104;1018505 wrote: why is FG santa always english?? :p :wah:


Canadian Santa is not english!:wah:

SantaClaus;1018197 wrote: Ho.



Ho Ho?



HO HO HO.



Christmas time is here, by golly,

Disapproval would be folly.

Deck the halls with hunks of holly,

Fill the cup and don't say when.

Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens,

Mix the punch, drag out the Dickens.

Even though the prospect sickens,

Brother, here we go again.




No. Absolutely not.

Go back to your igloo, Halloween isnt even here yet.

Go back and take those damned elves with you or Im publishing the photo of Grinch humping you.

good grief, its Thanksgiving Day here today!

Jester;1018511 wrote: Yeah I want a mexican Santa with Taquila on his breath, not the usual English one with Irish whiskey breath!


Nomad;1018520 wrote: No. Absolutely not.

Go back to your igloo, Halloween isnt even here yet.

Go back and take those damned elves with you or Im publishing the photo of Grinch humping you.


:yh_rotfl

Santa.......................... I'm always good.............. my hubby says I am ............................... but I don't like to brag about it:sneaky:

I've been very good:sneaky::wah:

Kathy Ellen, Santa likes Eartha Kitt almost as much as he likes a glass of dry sherry, thank you for the song.

Hope, Odie, Gill, sunny, ducks, nobody could think you'd been bad least of all Santa, you can wish for anything you like, you've lots of credit built up.

Nomad and Jester, Santa's only got so much forgiveness under his leather belt, don't push it.

If these daft Eurocentric elves had keyed 12/10/2008 instead of 10/12/2008 into the diary then Santa would have arrived three weeks before Christmas, not in mid-October. Santa's not too hot when it comes to calendars. Still being on Summer Time should have been a clue.

Let the raucous sleigh bells jingle,

Hail our dear old friend Kris Kringle,

Driving his reindeer across the sky.

Don't stand underneath when they fly by.

HO HO etc.

Santa will return at a more seasonable time of year.

Happy Thanksgiving Odie!

Just remember sweetie Santa...I was so good last year that you gave me a lovely boat. I'd really like a yacht this year...maybe a teal blue one.



Sometimes, as your resident mermaid, I get tired of swimming around all day and like to rest my laurels. I need a place to hang my crown and grill some lobster.



It would be nice to have a have a fancy grill also.



Thank you Santa:-4

Here's a glass of sherry for you Santa...I love you and am always soooo good:-4

SantaClaus;1018672 wrote: Kathy Ellen, Santa likes Eartha Kitt almost as much as he likes a glass of dry sherry, thank you for the song.

Hope, Odie, Gill, sunny, ducks, nobody could think you'd been bad least of all Santa, you can wish for anything you like, you've lots of credit built up.

Nomad and Jester, Santa's only got so much forgiveness under his leather belt, don't push it.

If these daft Eurocentric elves had keyed 12/10/2008 instead of 10/12/2008 into the diary then Santa would have arrived three weeks before Christmas, not in mid-October. Santa's not too hot when it comes to calendars. Still being on Summer Time should have been a clue.

Let the raucous sleigh bells jingle,

Hail our dear old friend Kris Kringle,

Driving his reindeer across the sky.

Don't stand underneath when they fly by.

HO HO etc.

Santa will return at a more seasonable time of year.

Happy Thanksgiving Odie!


Santa, can you boost up our 401K an extra $20,000?

Noooooo I have been very bad this year, upto all sorts of things you just wouldn't want to know :sneaky:



Ha Ha Ha!!!!!

littlemissgiggle;1018699 wrote: Noooooo I have been very bad this year, upto all sorts of things you just wouldn't want to know :sneaky:



Ha Ha Ha!!!!!


Are you expecting coal this year?:wah:

qsducks;1018702 wrote: Are you expecting coal this year?:wah:


coal or a big bundle of love :-4

littlemissgiggle;1018710 wrote: coal or a big bundle of love :-4


I guess your looking for that big bundle of love? Don't you have a boyfriend now these days?

G#Gill;1018624 wrote: Santa.......................... I'm always good.............. my hubby says I am ............................... but I don't like to brag about it:sneaky:


F is for the Fur trim round his big black boots and hat

A is for his Apple cheeks, so cuddly, round and fat!

T is for the Toys he brings, and

H his Happy smile!

E is for his Eyes, so bright, and -

R each Reindeer mile!

C is for the Chimney stack, and

H - the Hearth below.

R for his Red cloak and hood, and

I the Ice and snow!

S is for the Stockings,

T is for the Tree - and

M is for the Mistletoe, which we all love to see!

A is for the Angels, who on Christmas cards appear - and

S for dear old Santa Claus, who comes to us each year!

If you have indeed been as good a girl as you say you have been Gill, I shall come with a bulging sack.

Jester;1018524 wrote: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooo! Please go away Santa! Please, Please I beg you Please go away!:wah:


Can Santa Be Black?

by B. J. Wrights



It happened in the kindergarten class,

Right at the table where they were having snack.

Joanie asked the question and they all sat back:

"Mr. Slater? Can Santa Claus be black?"

Poor Mr. Slater didn't know what to say,

Christmas vacation was twenty days away.

There were snowflakes to cut and

Window wreaths to be hung,

Christmas cards to be painted,

And Christmas songs to be sung.

He hadn't time to think

What Christmas was about,

In twenty more days,

School would be out!

Why couldn't they wait

And ask their questions then,

When mommies and daddies

Were home to answer them?

"Mr. Slater? Can Santa be thin?"

"Is Santa Clause always a him?"

Mr. Slater looked at twenty pairs of eyes,

Twenty children of every shape and size.

He ate a bit of cracker and finished his drink.

"Children," he said,

"I'll need some time to think."

As soon as class was over,

He ran down the hall,

Skidded 'round a corner,

Crashed into a wall.

Ran up the steps to the second floor,

Rapped on the window of the principal's door.

"Ms. Frazer, Ms. Frazer, what can I do?

The children asked these questions

That now I ask of you:

'Can Santa Claus be black?'

'Can Santa Claus be thin?'

'Does Santa always have to be a him?'"

"Mr. Slater, it's a difficult task

To find answers to the questions you ask.

I think with these I'll need some assistance,

But I'll get you the answers with a little persistence."

Ms. Frazer turned in her swivel chair,

Picked up the phone and dialed Mr. Dare.

Mr. Dare was the head of the P.T.A.,

He called for a meeting the very next day.

"Thank you for coming,"

He began with a greeting.

"I'd like to get right to the point of this meeting.

Mr. Slater, in charge of the kindergarten class,

Needs the answers to some questions

And he needs them fast."

"'Can Santa be black?'

"'Can Santa be thin?'

"'Does Santa always have to be a him?'"

The parents didn't know what to say,

Christmas vacation was nineteen days away.

There were cookies to bake and lights to string,

Gifts to wrap and carols to sing.

They hadn't time to think

What Christmas was about,

In nineteen more days

School would be out!

Why did children have to ask questions when

Parents had no time to sit and answer them?

"Well, Parents?

Are there any suggestions?

Do we have any answers

To these difficult questions?"

"Who knows best

What Christmas is about?

Let's ask Santa!"

Someone called out in a shout.

The secretary of the P.T.A.

Sent a letter to Santa the very next day.

The reply came back very, very fast,

Addressed to Mr. Slater

And the kindergarten class.

Dear Mr. Slater, Dear Girls, Dear Boys,

Once a storywriter caught me bringing you toys.

The year he spied me opening my sack,

My skin was white, my boots were black.

You probably know how that story goes . . .

I laid a finger aside my nose?

All these years, needlessly,

That story worries children who don't have a chimney.

All year long I listen to the news,

Read people's thoughts, see people's views.

At the end of the year, when I see what's needed most,

I take that shape, like a Christmas ghost.

I can pass through keyholes, windows and locks,

Apartment buildings, hospitals, tents, and trailer lots.

One year I used a wheelchair in place of my sleigh,

Once I was blind and had to feel my way.

It's hard to understand when I don't leave a toy:

You can't unwrap a gift like hope or health or joy.

My skin has been black, white, yellow, red, brown;

My eyes have been slanted, crossed, and round.

Sometimes I have been a she:

All these things are a part of me.

You may not believe all this is true,

But that's okay, boys and girls, because . . .

I believe in you.

littlemissgiggle;1018699 wrote: Noooooo I have been very bad this year, upto all sorts of things you just wouldn't want to know :sneaky:



Ha Ha Ha!!!!!


Oh hello again naughty Miss Giggles.

So you say you have been a naughty girl, too naughty to tell? Never mind, Santa sees and hears everything and what he misses, the Christmas fairy sees and yes you have been a little naughty but your still a sweet, young gal who deserves a treat at Christmas.

I am the Christmas fairy -

and everything I see,

With wand and crown,

As I look down

From the top branch of the tree!

I see the pretty coloured lights,

The cards hung on the wall,

Candies and sweets,

And Christmas-time treats

For visitors, when they call.

I hear the Christmas carols, too,

Out in the frosty air.

And, on the roofs,

The tap-tap pf hooves -

Whoever can be there?

What fun on Christmas morning!

I'll rmember all I saw,

When I'm put away

Until the day

I'm on the tree, once more.

qsducks;1018697 wrote: Santa, can you boost up our 401K an extra $20,000?


Are you Quackers?

I see those Philli boys have been making you proud this season.

Santa, dear Santa, you worry us so.

I feel I must tell you some things you should know.

That belly of yours just gets bigger each year.

We think it reveals too much holiday cheer.

We've started a fan club, there's three of us here.

There's me and an elf and a faithful reindeer.

You are our hero, you've touched us somehow.

You're all that we have to believe in right now.

You check us all out to see if we're naughty.

Is that glow on your nose from an extra hot toddy?

While we love to hear all your ho ho ho ho-ing,

The list of fat stories they tell just keeps growing.

Is it true that last Christmas you suffered from gout,

And those snazzy red trousers you wear were let out?

One strange vicious rumor, it's a false one we hope:

Has you dropping gifts down the chimneys by rope.

While all of your ho hos we know very well,

Your ding dongs, we fear, don't come from a bell.

They say, as your reindeer streak through the sky,

You drink cherry cokes with your raspberry pie.

The aerobics instructors are all sure to say,

"You ought to work out, maybe jog with the sleigh."

Perhaps strong exertion is too much for you.

But you really should try just a sit up or two.

So shed a few pounds, Santa, what do you say?

We all want you back to enjoy Christmas day.

Season's greetings from me, one reindeer, one elf.

Merry Christmas to you, please take care of yourself.

—Grandpa Tucker

Copyright ©1996 by Bob Tucker

kathy Ellen;1018692]Here's a glass of sherry for you Santa...I love you and am always soooo good:-4




Dear Kathy Ellen

Lips so soft so sweet

Here is my knee, pleae take a seat

It's time to tell me your wants and needs

The sherry tastes fine, where can i spit these satsuma seeds?

I shall do all I can to fill up your christmas stocking

All you now need to do is carry on rockin

sunny104;1018505 wrote: why is FG santa always english?? :p :wah:




'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town.

No roses were frozen, no snow fluttered down,

No children in flannels were tucked into bed.

They all wore shorty pajamas instead.

To find wreathes of holly was not hard,

For holly wreathes grow in every back yard.

In front of the house were Daddy and Mom,

Decorating the Crotons and Coconut palms.

The sleeping kiddies were dreaming with glee,

Hoping to find water skis under the tree.

They all knew that Santa was well on the way,

In a red and white Mustang, instead of a sleigh.

He whizzed up the highway and zoomed up the road

In a snappy convertible delivering his load.

For he hadn't a moment to linger and shirk,

As he jumped from the car, he gave a chuckle,

He was dressed in Bermudas, with an Ivy League Buckle.

There weren't any chimneys, but that caused no gloom,

For Santa came into the Florida room.

He stopped at each house, stayed only a minute,

Emptying his bag of the toys that were in it.

Before he departed he treated himself,

To a glass of orange juice left on the shelf.

He turned with a bounce and leaped in his car,

Remembering he still had to go very far.

Turning the key and lighting the dash,

Up Interstate 4, he went like a flash.

But we heard him exclaim, as he went on his way,

Merry Christmas y'all, I wish I could stay.

SantaClaus;1018798 wrote: Are you Quackers?

I see those Philli boys have been making you proud this season.

Santa, dear Santa, you worry us so.

I feel I must tell you some things you should know.

That belly of yours just gets bigger each year.

We think it reveals too much holiday cheer.

We've started a fan club, there's three of us here.

There's me and an elf and a faithful reindeer.

You are our hero, you've touched us somehow.

You're all that we have to believe in right now.

You check us all out to see if we're naughty.

Is that glow on your nose from an extra hot toddy?

While we love to hear all your ho ho ho ho-ing,

The list of fat stories they tell just keeps growing.

Is it true that last Christmas you suffered from gout,

And those snazzy red trousers you wear were let out?

One strange vicious rumor, it's a false one we hope:

Has you dropping gifts down the chimneys by rope.

While all of your ho hos we know very well,

Your ding dongs, we fear, don't come from a bell.

They say, as your reindeer streak through the sky,

You drink cherry cokes with your raspberry pie.

The aerobics instructors are all sure to say,

"You ought to work out, maybe jog with the sleigh."

Perhaps strong exertion is too much for you.

But you really should try just a sit up or two.

So shed a few pounds, Santa, what do you say?

We all want you back to enjoy Christmas day.

Season's greetings from me, one reindeer, one elf.

Merry Christmas to you, please take care of yourself.

—Grandpa Tucker

Copyright ©1996 by Bob Tucker


Just a baseball nut Santa, no football, basketball or hockey for me. Can you lift the curse of Billy Penn and maybe the Phils will go to the World Series?:)

Ho Ho Ho-

I am ALWAYS good Santa.

Hi Santa

Im so glad you arrived, I have been thinking about you:-4

I have been a very very good girl:p

littlemissgiggle;1018710 wrote: coal or a big bundle of love :-4


Aww yeah very much in-love :-4

i just mean to be loved by all thats around me

Chezzie;1018824 wrote: Hi Santa



Im so glad you arrived, I have been thinking about you:-4



I have been a very very good girl:p


Are these thoughts of Santa naughty ones?



Darnit i am supposed to be good*:-5

Santa is here..............already?:-2

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ButterflyPrincess;1018855 wrote: Are these thoughts of Santa naughty ones?



Darnit i am supposed to be good*:-5


:D:D Can I play with Santa too

Ooops sorry Santa .... does trying to be good count? :-3

Odie is always good!:sneaky::wah:

Christmas already??? Of course i have been good!!!

fuzzy butt;1019320 wrote: I havent shot anyone.................................YET! ...........................if that's what you mean?:wah:


You better not....don't wanna be bailing you out of jail:(