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Christmas fun!
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It was the day after Christmas.
The lawyer had gone out for the day,
so the burglar, noticing this,
broke into his house and stole all his Christmas gifts.
He was almost out of the house when a police officer
pulled up to the house and promptly apprehended the man.
You can't arrest me! the man exclaimed.
Buddy, the cop said,
I just caught you breaking and entering, red-handed!
The man replied,
But the law says I have a right to the presents of an attorney!
I went to my friend's house recently
and noticed that his Christmas tree
was bare except for a shotgun shell near the top
.I asked, What's the deal, no decorations?
Puzzled, he looked at me and said,
What do you mean?
It's a cartridge in abare tree.
The lawyer had gone out for the day,
so the burglar, noticing this,
broke into his house and stole all his Christmas gifts.
He was almost out of the house when a police officer
pulled up to the house and promptly apprehended the man.
You can't arrest me! the man exclaimed.
Buddy, the cop said,
I just caught you breaking and entering, red-handed!
The man replied,
But the law says I have a right to the presents of an attorney!
I went to my friend's house recently
and noticed that his Christmas tree
was bare except for a shotgun shell near the top
.I asked, What's the deal, no decorations?
Puzzled, he looked at me and said,
What do you mean?
It's a cartridge in abare tree.
A man named Bob May,
depressed and brokenhearted,
stared out his drafty apartment window into the chilling December night.
His 4-year-old daughter Barbara sat on his lap quietly sobbing.
Bob's wife, Evelyn, was dying of cancer
Little Barbara couldn't understand why her mommy could never come home.
Barbara looked up into her dad's eyes and asked,
Why isn't Mommy just like everybody else's Mommy?
Bob's jaw tightened and his eyes welled with tears.
Her question brought waves of grief, but also of anger.
It had been the story of Bob's life.
Life always had to be different for Bob
Small when he was a kid, Bob was often bullied by other boys.
He was too little at the time to compete in sports.
He was often called names he'd rather not remember.
From childhood, Bob was different and never seemed to fit in.
Bob did complete college, married his loving wife
and was grateful to get his job as a copywriter at Montgomery Ward
during the Great Depression.
Then he was blessed with his little girl.
But it was all short-lived.
Evelyn's bout with cancer stripped them of all their savings
and now Bob and his daughter were forced to live in
a two-room apartment in the Chicago slums.
Evelyn died just days before Christmas in 1938.
Bob struggled to give hope to his child,
for whom he couldn't even afford to buy a Christmas gift.
But if he couldn't buy a gift, he was determined to make one - a storybook!
Bob had created an animal character in his own mind
and told the animal's story to little Barbara to give her comfort and hope.
Again and again Bob told the story, embellishing it more with each telling.
Who was the character?
What was the story all about?
The story Bob May created was his own autobiography in fable form.
The character he created was a misfit outcast like he was.
The name of the character?
A little reindeer named Rudolph, with a big shiny nose.
Bob finished the book just in time to give it to his little girl on Christmas Day.
But the story doesn't end there.
The general manager of Montgomery Ward caught wind of the little storybook
and offered Bob May a nominal fee to purchase the rights to print the book
Wards went on to print,_
Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer_
and distribute it to children visiting Santa Claus in their stores.
By 1946 Wards had printed and distributed more than six million copies of Rudolph.
That same year, a major publisher wanted to purchase the rights
from Wards to print an updated version of the book
In an unprecedented gesture of kindness,
the CEO of Wards returned all rights back to Bob May.
The book became a best seller.
Many toy and marketing deals followed and Bob May,
now remarried with a growing family,
became wealthy from the story he created to comfort his grieving daughter.
But the story doesn't end there either.
Bob's brother-in-law, Johnny Marks,
made a song adaptation to Rudolph.
Though the song was turned down by such popular vocalists
as Bing Crosby and Dinah Shore ,
it was recorded by the singing cowboy, Gene Autry.
Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer was released in 1949
and became a phenomenal success,
selling more records than any other Christmas song,
with the exception of White Christmas.
The gift of love that Bob May created for his daughter
so long ago kept on returning back to bless him again and again.
And Bob May learned the lesson,
just like his dear friend Rudolph, that being different isn't so bad.
In fact, being different can be a blessing
I don't know if this is true, but what a lovely story.
And a true one:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_L._May
JEWISH CHRISTMAS
As a teacher, Ms. Jones, was very curious about
how each of her students celebrated Christmas.
She called on young Patrick Murphy.
Tell me Patrick what do you do at Christmas Time?, she asked.
Patrick addressed the class,
Well Ms. Jones, me and my twelve brothers and sisters go to the midnight Mass
and we Sing hymns, then we come home very late
and we put mince pies by the back door and hang up our stockings.
Then all excited we go to bed and wait for Father Christmas to come with all our Toys.
Very nice Patrick, she said
. Now, Jimmy Brown what do you do at Christmas?
Well, Ms. Jones, me and my sister also go to Church with Mum And Dad
and we sing carols and we get home ever so late.
We put cookies and milk by the chimney and we hang up our stockings.
We hardly sleep, waiting for Santa Claus to bring our presents.
Realizing there was a Jewish boy in the class
and not wanting to leave him out of the discussion, she asked,
Now, Isaac Cohen, what do you do at Christmas?
Isaac said, Well, it's the same thing every year.
Dad comes home from the office.
We all pile into the Rolls Royce, then we drive to his toy factory.
When we get inside, we look at all the empty shelves
and begin to sing
'What a Friend We Have in Jesus'.
Then we all go to the Bahamas.
Are you planning to write to Santa Claus ?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFZ7ClWFPAA&feature=player_embedded
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFZ7ClWFPAA&feature=player_embedded
Pure Michigan: Winter Virgins
I liked this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XsR0DeY7f1g&feature=player_embedded
I liked this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XsR0DeY7f1g&feature=player_embedded
Did you hear that Santa got a new 'phone for Christmas?
It's a cranberry!
My Blackberry Is Not Working! - The One Ronnie, Preview - BBC One
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAG39jKi0lI&feature=player_embedded
It's a cranberry!
My Blackberry Is Not Working! - The One Ronnie, Preview - BBC One
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAG39jKi0lI&feature=player_embedded
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