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**`¨´·.¸¸.* MERRY CHRISTMAS *.¸¸.·´¨`»**
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
Another Day, another month, another Year,
Another smile, another tear, another winter.
A summer too ! But there will never be another you ! ! !
May Lovely, Happy times,
Decorate this time of the season.
May warm, Special memories brighten your New Year.
May the wonder of Christmas, be with You Forever.
Let New Year bring new joys, and make each day wonderful and memorable
Have a Happy and Prosperous NEW YEAR
Santa Claus and Grandma
Start your Christmas season with a great Christmas story
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 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.
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 Bobby Decker. 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 to recess during the winter.His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a 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, mam, I replied shyly. It's for Bobby.
The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.
That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, To Bobby, From Santa Claus on it.
Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker'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 door 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 Bobby Decker'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.
May you always have LOVE to share,
HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care
And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus
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 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.
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 Bobby Decker. 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 to recess during the winter.His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a 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, mam, I replied shyly. It's for Bobby.
The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.
That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, To Bobby, From Santa Claus on it.
Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker'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 door 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 Bobby Decker'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.
May you always have LOVE to share,
HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care
And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Wishes
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Wish You , Your Family and Friends " A Very MERRY CHRISTMAS and A Very Happy New Year. " May Peace, Love , Joy , Happiness , Success & Togetherness Surround You & Your Loved Ones Where ever they may be Around the World -The Whole Year Long !!!,
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˛. (´• ̮•)*˛°*/.♫.♫\*˛.* ˛_Î _____. * ˛*
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*(...'•'.. ) *˛╬╬╬╬╬˛°.｜ç”°ç”° ｜é–€｜╬╬╬╬ .
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Wish You , Your Family and Friends " A Very MERRY CHRISTMAS and A Very Happy New Year. " May Peace, Love , Joy , Happiness , Success & Togetherness Surround You & Your Loved Ones Where ever they may be Around the World -The Whole Year Long !!!,
*A Beautiful Dream* (Merry Christmas)
*A Beautiful Dream*
I had a beautiful dream
That I was there on that night
That most beautiful night
The Brith of the Baby Jesus"
I could not believe my eyes
I blinked in wondrous amazement
As below me I entranced
With an awesome event of the ages.
The Wise Men were kneeling
The Shepherds were wondering
The Angels in hists were singing
"Hallelujah, the King has come"
The vision was beyond belief
My heart throbbed in triple time
I found that I had been utterly blessed
To have witnessed the Miracle Brith.
By , Norma Liles
May Christmas reign within your hearts all year through"
Praise the Lord , O my soul, and forget not
all his benefits who forgives all your sins and
heals all your diseases,
who redeems your life from the pit and crowns,
you with love and compassion...
Amen
Have a bless day
I had a beautiful dream
That I was there on that night
That most beautiful night
The Brith of the Baby Jesus"
I could not believe my eyes
I blinked in wondrous amazement
As below me I entranced
With an awesome event of the ages.
The Wise Men were kneeling
The Shepherds were wondering
The Angels in hists were singing
"Hallelujah, the King has come"
The vision was beyond belief
My heart throbbed in triple time
I found that I had been utterly blessed
To have witnessed the Miracle Brith.
By , Norma Liles
May Christmas reign within your hearts all year through"
Praise the Lord , O my soul, and forget not
all his benefits who forgives all your sins and
heals all your diseases,
who redeems your life from the pit and crowns,
you with love and compassion...
Amen
Have a bless day
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