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  • Originally posted by geostump View Post
    @Twibble, I'll view the video after I get home. Work blocks them
    It's Weird Al - The Night Santa Went Crazy
    Most people don't realize how much energy it takes for me to pretend to be normal.

    If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart.

    Twibble's Twibbly Wibbly

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    • Originally posted by Twibble View Post
      It's Weird Al - The Night Santa Went Crazy
      Yes!!!! Clint loves that one!
      Georgette

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      • How could I forget Monty Python and SNL...They watch Robot Chicken with my husband. It is a little too Risque to watch with Mom.
        Little do they know...
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        • Thanks Twibble, that made me laugh big time. Tristan watched this and said Santa should never drink alcohol ever. Turning Rudolph into sausage was plain wrong.
          Georgette

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          • Look for the extended version. Santa doesn't go to jail because he never makes it that far.
            Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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            • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
              Look for the extended version. Santa doesn't go to jail because he never makes it that far.
              Sweet, I'll check it out tonight.
              Georgette

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              • Originally posted by geostump View Post
                Tristan watched this and said Santa should never drink alcohol ever.
                Um, well, we leave a glass of alcohol out every year for Father Christmas/Santa. I never thought we might be contributing to drunken sleigh driving.

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                • Santa got a beer, a wine cooler, and cookies when we were kids. Looking back, that shoulda been a clue, especially since Dad always made sure it was his favorite beer and the chocolate chip pecan cookies they both love.
                  Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                  • I never believed in Santa. My parents didn't encourage it because they didn't want us to be disappointed. We left out cookies & red wine, knowing full well who would be enjoying it. I was always a bit miffed if my parents didn't keep up appearances for us and eat some cookies.

                    My brother is 14, has Down Syndrome, and still believes. I'm kind of scared of what might happen when/if he figures it out. He's mostly only a few years behind, developmentally, and very high-functioning.
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                    • Originally posted by namelesswonder View Post
                      My brother is 14, has Down Syndrome, and still believes. I'm kind of scared of what might happen when/if he figures it out. He's mostly only a few years behind, developmentally, and very high-functioning.
                      Good for him. Hopefully, when he finds out he will take it well. I still believe in Santa - not in the real sense, but we do not put presents under the tree because Father Christmas doesn't bring them until Christmas morning. We still put out minced pies and alcohol for him. Without that the magic of Christmas would be gone.

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                      • We still believe in Santa in the aspect of saving back some of the gifts to put under the tree on Christmas Eve and the generosity he represents.
                        Cassie refused to believe he wasn't real, even into her teens. What ended up being the straw that broke the camel's back was the year Santa brought a toy she had watched Mom buy.
                        Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                        • My parents reserve some presents to be placed Christmas morning, but over the years, we've started piling stuff underneath earlier. They also do label some tags from "Santa", and even did that for my sister and me growing up, though I'm not sure why since we knew who the gifts were coming from. Father Christmas is the "spirit of Christmas" (the magic, as you put it) to me, and I do want to preserve that for my brother and other kids. I was a mean kid though, told all my friends Santa wasn't real. Made a classmate cry about it in second grade. My teacher had to tell me, "People are allowed to believe different things."
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                          • I found out from my cousin. My parents put us all in the bathroom one year while the Easter Bunny hid the candy in the backyard. She showed me (out the tiny slit window near the ceiling) who was actually hiding the candy. I came to the conclusion about the Tooth Fairy, Santa, and all the crap from that. It really didn't faze me, that I remember.
                            Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                            • I only got 2 hours of sleep. My husband has the penchant for watching all the Apocalypse shows on H2 and I can't watch them at all period. I get severe nightmares, broken sleep, you name it. Apparently, one was so bad I was crying and screaming in my sleep. I was woken by Bandit licking my face. This morning, I told Clint we can't watch those shows anymore and when I told him why, he hugged me.

                              Clint has decided to pick up a part time job so he has applied to 2 auto parts stores in town. From what he has told me, everyone where he works is doing the same thing. Everyone is scared about losing hours or their jobs. I actually thought about applying at one of those stores for a part time job, but since he has, I won't worry about it just yet.
                              Georgette

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                              • I know I've said in the past I've had 4 migraines in my lifetime. Well, in the past week, I've had 4 migraines. Not sure what is going on with me. It's scaring me because I've never had this many migraines in one week before and 2 of my sisters are severe migraine sufferers. I'm hoping that there is nothing going on with me.

                                In other news, my left arm pain/numbness/tingling seems to be gone? It hasn't bothered since Friday night. Been really weird.
                                Georgette

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