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I don’t want Christmas to end

I don’t want Christmas season to end, because it’s the only time I can legitimately indulge in on particular addiction: glitter.

–Eloisa James, Paris in Love

Free eBooks for everyone this Christmas

Free eBooks for everyone this Christmas

Courtesy of ME, the CRAZYMAD WRITER

Free eBooks for everyone this Christmas

Flummoxed by what the White Rabbit had said, Alice said, “I bet you are mad!”
“That all depends,” he rather strangely replied.
“It all depends on what?” she asked, agog at how odd he could be.
“On whether you mean mad or mad.”
“That’s silly,” said Alice. “They mean the same thing.”
“If you were mad number one,” the Rabbit explained, “and someone happened to tell you that you were mad number two, you might be very mad indeed at so fundamental a mistake.”
“But I’m not mad!” she insisted.
“How do you know,” asked the Rabbi, “when you can’t tell the difference between mad number one and mad number two, I might ask?”
“I just know that I’m not mad!” Alice insisted. Informing him that another door had appeared, she awaited his response.
The Rabbit tried to open the door but he was unable to do so.
“Might I try?” Alice asked.
The Rabbit said nothing, but his pink, beady eyes watched her intently.
The door opened easily for Alice. “Could a mad person have done that?” she asked. Stepping through, she fell into a hole on the far side.
“No, they mightn’t,” he replied. “But would they have fallen down there?” Then, jumping into the hole, he followed Alice.

Nobody Ever Liked a Sprout

Merry Christmas from the BBC and me

At Christmas EVERYONE loves a sprout!

Sprout Boy

There once was a sprout with love to give,
Looking for friends to spend Christmas with.

A baker he met whilst out and about,
Said ‘I love Christmas pudding, and would not go without,
But nobody ever liked a sprout’.

The toy maker was next to fill him with doubt,
‘I love Christmas gifts’ she was heard to shout,
‘But nobody ever liked a sprout’.

Soon a burley woodcutter, short and stout,
Said ‘I love Christmas trees and I always sell out,
But nobody ever liked a sprout’.

Then a voice said ‘Come join us’ inviting him in,
‘Take a seat, the fun is about to begin,
Together as ONE is what it’s about,
And at Christmas, everyone loves a sprout’.

For Christmas Together. BBC One.

Christmas or Xmas?

Is it Christmas or Xmas, that’s what I say,
Beit Christmas or Xmas; it’s such a wonderful day,
With pressies and drinkies and all of that stuff,
Christmas or Xmas doesn’t bother me much.

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Merry Christmas, in advance

If you are fortunate enough to own a Leyland Princess car,

I wish you a Merry Princessmas.

Austin Princess Christmas

Se ya.

Twas a few days before Christmas…

Twas a few days days before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was ready, not even a mouse,
There were no stockings by the chimney ever so bare,
And no thoughts that St Nicholas soon would be there.
**********
The children were outside, not snug in their beds,
No visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
Mamma lost her ‘kerchief, and I also in my cap,
Our brains were not ready for a long winter’s nap.
**********
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the window to see what was the matter.
Gazing out the window I knew in a flash,
It was the spirit of Austin Princess; it’s a fact.

TO BE CONTINUED?

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Twas the night before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
*
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
*
Then out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
*
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
*
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
*
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.
*
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
*
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
*
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
*
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
*
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
*
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
*
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”

christmas stories by the Crazymad Writer

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Merry Princessmas

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Or should it be Merry Christmas?

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