Who nears my mountain! Go back or you are doomed!
Santa Claus In Comin To Town
It’s a difficult responsibility
When you an accept an appointment from His Majesty
You must strive for just the perfect quality
When you’re the first toy maker to the king!
Santa Claus In Comin To Town
This is the only clue, sir. It says, “Claus”.
Ah, take the little, er, baggage to the orphan asylum. That’s the proper place for foundlings anyway.
[the baby starts to cry]
Get that brat out of here!
Santa Claus In Comin To Town
Look, sir, look what was discovered on your front stoop.
What, Grimsby? The milk? The daily paper?
No, sir, a baby.
Oh, is that all?
[gasps and chokes]
A *baby*?
Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town
Poor, misguided folks. They missed the whole point. Lot’s of unhappiness? Maybe so. But doesn’t Santa take a little bit of that unhappiness away? Doesn’t a smile on Christmas morning scratch out a tear cried on a sadder day? Not much maybe. But what would happen if we all tried to be like Santa and learned to give as only he can give: of ourselves, our talents, our love and our hearts? Maybe we could all learn Santa’s beautiful lesson and maybe there would finally be peace on Earth and good will toward men._Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town_ Movie
Thankful
“Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving.”
_W.T. Purkiser
Happy Halloween
Miranda Mummy groaned in despair…
“When I open my coffin, I’ve nothing to wear!”
Then she looked in her mirror and said with a pause….
“Does my bottom look bigger when wrapped up in gauze?”
Her very best ghoul friend knew just the right trick.
“I’ll pull on this string and you’ll soon look less thick….”
……. OOPS!
~by Roberta Baird