We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year! ~ Deck the halls with bows of holly, Fa La La La La La La La La... ~ Noel, noel, noel, noel... ~ Here comes Santa Claus, Here comes Santa Claus, Right down Santa Claus lane...
What? Stop being so grumpy and get with the program you, you, you, grumpy woman you. And the rest of you, knock it off, it's Christmas!
XO Blottie
P.S. And yes, I still have this d&#* headache. I wish Santa would knock me over the head with a huge holiday ornament and put me out of my misery.
Megan ~ Kylie's such a little grouchy brat and that tongue of her's is starting to bug me! *Sticks tongue out at Kylie*
Bob ~ I'm glad to see your wonderful, relaxing vacation helped your demenor. Here sweetie, sit down and pet a kitty for a few minutes. It'll help your blood pressure. Oh, and here's a gorgeous Christmas sweater.
RC ~ I often forget you're a hot, sexy, former nightclub act in a red dress (or was that a black dress?). I was in chorus until the 6th grade, so let's sing Feliz Navidad! Feliz Navidad! together. Shall we? We don't have to know how to spell the words. Here honey, you stand on the bar, I'll stay down here.
Oh christ, this took so long to write, Dippy-do-da-day showed up and hauled away our tree. I'm gonna kill him (so much for Cece's hope of joy, love and peace at the Wild Onion this holiday season.) RC get your ass off that bar and help me. You get the ornaments, I'll get the tree. *Grabs Kylie's beer and gulps it down in an effort to dull migraine (God I dislike beer)* Kylie, you know what you are? A troublemaker. Better luck with beer next year baby. *RC has found the hole in the black wall and is trying to give IV the secret handshake to get to the ornaments.* GOOD LORD WOMAN, he didn't say the secret room, he said the BACK ROOM. You know, the BACK ROOM next to the bathroom. Get your hand off that thing and stop slobbering, we have a concert to do and we can't do it without the damn tree.
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I will refrain.
P.S. My son's name is Liam, too. :)
I'm with ya Kylie... bah humbug.
I don't even celebrate Christmas, so no danger here!
We wish you a Merry Christmas,
We wish you a Merry Christmas,
We wish you a Merry Christmas,
and a Happy New Year!
~
Deck the halls with bows of holly,
Fa La La La La La La La La...
~
Noel, noel, noel, noel...
~
Here comes Santa Claus,
Here comes Santa Claus,
Right down Santa Claus lane...
What? Stop being so grumpy and get with the program you, you, you, grumpy woman you. And the rest of you, knock it off, it's Christmas!
XO Blottie
P.S. And yes, I still have this d&#* headache. I wish Santa would knock me over the head with a huge holiday ornament and put me out of my misery.
HAPPY THURSDAY! It's Thursday, right? HAPPY HOLIDAYS TOO!!!
Suzanne, I bet Kylie is sticking her tongue out at you.
Bob, you have used that bah humbug line at least three times now.
Feliz Navidad! Feliz Navidad! I don't know how to spell the rest of the words in this song...
Megan... would you prefer eff Christmas?
*hauls trees and lights outside. takes down ornaments and puts them all in the back room where kylie does not have to look at them*
here you kylie, have a beer on me.
Megan ~ Kylie's such a little grouchy brat and that tongue of her's is starting to bug me! *Sticks tongue out at Kylie*
Bob ~ I'm glad to see your wonderful, relaxing vacation helped your demenor. Here sweetie, sit down and pet a kitty for a few minutes. It'll help your blood pressure. Oh, and here's a gorgeous Christmas sweater.
RC ~ I often forget you're a hot, sexy, former nightclub act in a red dress (or was that a black dress?). I was in chorus until the 6th grade, so let's sing Feliz Navidad! Feliz Navidad! together. Shall we? We don't have to know how to spell the words. Here honey, you stand on the bar, I'll stay down here.
Oh christ, this took so long to write, Dippy-do-da-day showed up and hauled away our tree. I'm gonna kill him (so much for Cece's hope of joy, love and peace at the Wild Onion this holiday season.) RC get your ass off that bar and help me. You get the ornaments, I'll get the tree. *Grabs Kylie's beer and gulps it down in an effort to dull migraine (God I dislike beer)* Kylie, you know what you are? A troublemaker. Better luck with beer next year baby. *RC has found the hole in the black wall and is trying to give IV the secret handshake to get to the ornaments.* GOOD LORD WOMAN, he didn't say the secret room, he said the BACK ROOM. You know, the BACK ROOM next to the bathroom. Get your hand off that thing and stop slobbering, we have a concert to do and we can't do it without the damn tree.
XO
This is the time of year when Jews start to feel strangely alienated...
It's like a rite of passage for all Jewish children.
I'm down with no Christmas decorations at the Onion.
How about we compromise with some nice twinkly ecumenical elegant lights to celebrate the coming of the Solstice and the longer days?
But I am sending out hugs to everyone--the bah-humbug-ers the Jews and the Christmas enthusiasts.
Although in all honesty, I don't mind the tree really. At least it smells absolutely awesome!
IV i'd love a beer
bob, cheers
suze, i'm not grouchy but hate hype
leah, commiserations and congratulations
bob
what were you saying about a christmas elf?
random, dont give up your day job cos your singing and your lyrical memory suck
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