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Carr), eboshove@vagus.vth.colostate.edu (ericwilliam boshoven), gt5436e@prism.gatech.edu (John Andrew Kirkwood), dutch@ rangerbbs.com (Dutch) CONTENTS APRIL FOOL'S DAY CHRISTMAS EASTER HALLOWEEN THANKSGIVING VALENTINE'S DAY ================================================================================ == APRIL FOOL'S DAY ============================================================ -= april fool's day =-= 1 =-------------------------------------------------- Take the top off the standard sugar dispenser found at restaurants. Place a single layer of paper napkin over the opening in the glass part, then put salt on top of that. Put the top back on and tear off all the paper showing around the edges. The first victim gets salt in his coffee, which I suppose is funny to some people. But what is even funnier is this same guy, or the next, trying to get sugar out of the thing. They think the sugar may be caked and bang the dispenser on the table, shake it, hold it up to the light and squint at it, etc. -= april fool's day =-= 2 =-------------------------------------------------- Years ago, before all the young studs started taking their dates to motels for, er, recreation, there were always Lover's Lanes around. On a typical moonlit night, there might be a dozen cars at one of these places with the windows all steamed up from the activities within, and occasional flashes of red as flailing feet inadvertently hit brake pedals. Some people I knew used to get their kicks by chaining the bumpers or axles of these cars to the nearest fence or tree. The most elaborate joke along these lines was played by three friends, whom we'll call Tom, Dick, and Harry. On a moonlit night as described above, Tom came running out of the woods onto the Lover's Lane screaming, "No! No! Oh, God, Please NO!" When Tom had everybody's attention, Dick stepped out of the woods with a shotgun, yelled, "Now I'll get you, you bastard!" and fired the gun over Tom's head. Tom dropped to the ground and lay there writhing and screaming until Dick came over and fired a blast into the ground near his head, then went limp and quiet. Then Harry came rushing over, yelling, "Jesus, Jack, why'd you DO it? He was our FRIEND! Oh, my God!" and the like. Then both Dick and Harry grabbed Tom by the heels and dragged him back to the woods. When they were out of sight, Tom got up and all three enjoyed the activity back at the scene of the "crime" which needless to say had changed considerably from a few minutes before. -= april fool's day =-= 3 =-------------------------------------------------- At Burroughs Corp., a couple of co-workers got into a get-even contest with each others' toolboxes, including such niceties as: Filling toolbox with punched-card chad. Same as above, then pouring oil over everything! [[yuck]] Wiring toolbox to 110 VAC. (I'm not endorsing these activities; simply including them for sake of completeness!!) Supergluing handle to top of toolbox. (Thought that one up myself.) Removing tools; bolting toolbox to floor; replacing tools. (Good one!!) -= april fool's day =-= 4 =-------------------------------------------------- Saran wrap on reading glasses that have been left on desk is good. Trimming at edge of lens is hard but effect is great. Not usually noticed when first picked up but optical quality of Saran is spectacularly bad. -= april fool's day =-= 5 =-------------------------------------------------- Put shaving cream on a phone receiver and then call the person. The person would then answer the phone and sploosh the shaving cream into his ear. -= april fool's day =-= 6 =-------------------------------------------------- Here is a simple, but fun, April Fool's joke: You need a phone with a handset so that you can unscrew the mouthpiece and remove the pickup. It's real easy, they are just sitting in there and not wired down. Replace the mouthpiece and think up a good excuse to get someone to use the phone. This joke was done to me when I was in college. My roommate told me that this girl who I thought was cute had called, and that she wanted me to call back. I felt pretty stupid yelling into the phone trying to talk to her. And all I heard was her say, "Hello, hello, is anyone there, hello?" After I realized what had happened, we went out, and tried it on some other friends, with similar results. It's a good joke because it is totally harmless, and even more fun after a few drinks. -= april fool's day =-= 7 =-------------------------------------------------- Someone once was on a flight and brought along a can of chunky beef stew onboard the plane. At some point, he empty the contents into the barf bag. Later, during some minor turbulence, he pantomimed using the bag in the conventional way. When the flight attendant asked if she could dispose of the bag for him, he replied, "Not yet, there are some choice bits that I haven't finished with yet," and proceeded to pick out chunks from the bag and eat them. According to the guy, everyone nearby nearly tossed their cookies. -= april fool's day =-= 8 =-------------------------------------------------- Seven friends once pulled this at a college cafeteria. One put a hot water bottle filled with pea soup down his chest; he sat at the head of a table, with the other six friends sitting along the sides. When the cafeteria was pretty full of people, he made a loud noise to attract attention, stood up, bent over, and squeezed his chest. This caused a huge gush of green liquid to spew all over the table; the other six immediately began to eat this green liquid. I think a lot of food went uneaten that night. -= april fool's day =-= 9 =-------------------------------------------------- Another good practical joke taken from the "Tippy Turtle" series on Saturday Night Live is as follows: Take one of those musical greeting cards (the type that play a song when opened) and carefully rip out the part that actually plays the music. This is only about the size of a quarter. When the person isn't watching, plant this somewhere near him/her. Since it is so small, it is relatively easy to hide in a pocket, purse, etc. Afterwards, watch the person become maddened by the recurrence of Jingle Bells, Happy Birthday, etc. in the background. I was a victim of this one and, at first, I thought I was hearing the muzak at the restaurant I was eating at. After I was done, I returned to my car and the music followed me. I thought I was going insane. -= april fool's day =-= 10 =-------------------------------------------------- While the victim is asleep, carefully put Vaseline between his/her toes. What you will observe is the person's toes starting to wiggle. The apparent mechanism is that when your toes start slipping against each other, your mind insists on making them slip and slide more and more. The upshot of this is that the part of the mind that's supposed to be getting rest is busy moving toes. The victim wakes up having had no sleep at all. -= april fool's day =-= 11 =-------------------------------------------------- Switch the "Men" and "Women" signs on a pair of public bathrooms while they're occupied. Great at airports, hotels, and bars. -= april fool's day =-= 12 =-------------------------------------------------- Get one of those dolls that cries unless you rock it back and forth. Fasten it to the bottom of someone's chair. The person comes and sits down, and starts working on his terminal. As he gets into it, this vague "wa-wa" noise starts up from some unidentifiable direction. The guy looks around (moving the chair) and the crying stops. Oh, well, who cares. Back to work. A little later, the crying starts up again. This one was good for several minutes. -= april fool's day =-= 13 =-------------------------------------------------- One telephone gag is to call someone and, with an official tone, rattle off this warning before they can interrupt: "This is the telephone company calling. There is some trouble with your line. Please do not answer any calls for the next five minutes or the person on the other end may be electrocuted. Thank you." Hang up, and wait about two minutes. Call them back. When they answer, just scream "AAAAAARGH!!!" and hang up. -= april fool's day =-= 14 =-------------------------------------------------- Put a few tablespoons of methylene blue in a coke/coffee/dark-colored drink. The next time the person has to use the restroom, surprise! Blue urine. -= april fool's day =-= 15 =-------------------------------------------------- It seems that a psychology class decided to give their new-found knowledge of the "power of suggestion" a little test. Some of the students had another class together and decided to play a little trick on their teacher. Whenever the teacher was on the left side of the room, they would act really interested and when he was on the right side of the room, they would act really bored. Well, it seems that this behavior did its job on the teachers subconscious and he was practically crawling on the left wall by the end of class. -= april fool's day =-= 16 =-------------------------------------------------- It is common for draftsmen to sprinkle Scumex (powdered rubber eraser) on tracings prior to doing any drawing on it. This reduces smearing of the pencil marks and such and results in a cleaner tracing. At a former employer, we had replaced the Scumex at one draftsmans desk with dried parmesan cheese. It looked about the same. It was extremely interesting watching him draw for a while and then begin to smell the paper. Took the poor guy almost 10 minutes to guess that he had been fooled! -= april fool's day =-= 17 =-------------------------------------------------- A friend who manages a large retail store gave me an electronic bird call used to add "realism" to store displays. This device was about 4 inches in diameter and 2 inches high, with a speaker on the top. It was powered by a 9-volt battery and had two controls: a 5-position "voice" selector, and a time delay control to set the interval between calls (up to 60 seconds). For a device which used just electronics, the bird calls were amazingly realistic, especially if the time interval was long between calls. I have had much fun with this gadget, especially planting it in people's houses (basement and garages are good places). The unsuspecting people really believe that there is a bird trapped in their house, and go ape trying to find it. If anyone wants one of these devices, they can be purchased from companies which sell retail store display fixtures; I don't believe they cost much money. -= april fool's day =-= 18 =-------------------------------------------------- When you have a few friends around, take turns calling the same phone number, an acquaintance that won't recognize your voices is always a good choice. When the person answers, try to leave a message for John Smith (or any name that sounds real). Insist that you have the right number and even read their number to them. Have a bit of fun here and stretch this on as long as possible. Repeat several times, once or twice an hour. Let everybody have a turn at calling. After about four hours, call one last time. Tell the poor soul answering the phone that you are John Smith, and ask, "Are there any messages for me?" This is sure to get a groan. -= april fool's day =-= 19 =-------------------------------------------------- Reverse the horizontal yoke leads on terminals (so the text comes out backwards from right to left). This works best on a software team who thinks they have just released the firmware for screen drivers. Besides, hardware people figure it out too quickly. -= april fool's day =-= 20 =-------------------------------------------------- This is one that a someone did to his mom. This kid was going somewhere with his mom in the car. The kid was in the back seat and the mom was driving. It was summer time, so the kid had the window rolled down. Anyway, the kid see's this jogger comming up the side of the road, so he starts motioning to the jogger. The jogger didn't really know what was going on, but just as the car passed the jogger, the kid reached out of the window, and whacked the side of the car rather loudly with his hand. The jogger, getting the idea, dove in the ditch and acted like he was in great pain (similar to the pain he would feel, say if he just got hit by a car). The mother obviously notices the loud noise and see's the dying jogger in the ditch, slams on the breaks to see if this poor guy is dead or not. Naturally she is worried sick. -= april fool's day =-= 21 =-------------------------------------------------- Carefully pick up sleeping targets bed and set it on four coke bottles. When target rolls over or makes any significant move bed will crash 6 inches to the floor and there will be bottles rolling all over the place but not a soul in sight. -= april fool's day =-= 22 =-------------------------------------------------- If your brother or sister has a hamster or turtle or other caged pet, go to the pet store and buy another pet of the similar species, but markedly different in appearance, either due to size, color, etc. Then switch pets and hide the original pet somewhere else. (You might want to make sure the replacement gag pet you get is returnable to the pet store unless you or the brother/sister end up keeping it.) -= april fool's day =-= 23 =-------------------------------------------------- Some pranks good for a few chuckles with a new UNIX user is, while they're away from the terminal, put a few cute aliases in their .profile, .login, whatever, for example: alias ls echo 'ls: command not found.' alias vi ed -= april fool's day =-= 24 =-------------------------------------------------- Connect the secretary's electric typewriter to a variac (can vary the line voltage). At about 40-50 volts (out of the 110), the little ball makes three or four jerky attempts before finally striking a faint imprint. Fairly pathetic looking, actually. -= april fool's day =-= 25 =-------------------------------------------------- There's also the standard Saran Wrap across women's toilets or Karo syrup and flour in the shower. Or butter up the toilet seats and doorknobs. -= april fool's day =-= 26 =-------------------------------------------------- One day, when someone was logged in at a terminal and had left for a few minutes to go collect output from the printer, a friend leapt into action and changed his prompt from '$' to 'Login incorrect. Login:'. Then he logged the person off. He told the guy that the system had logged him off because he'd been gone to long. Needless to say, when the guy logged on again, the system appeared to be telling him that he logged on incorrectly. The guy was a first-year student, was thoroughly unfamiliar with UNIX, and became very confused. -= april fool's day =-= 27 =-------------------------------------------------- ]NEW[ From: lks@bethany.org (The Joker) Every year on April Fool's day, I try to fool my wife. The first few years it was pretty easy 'cuz she wasn't used to that kind of stuff. Now it is difficult and I win about half the time. She said I am in trouble because she will be away on April 1. She is chaperoning a bunch of kids to Florida or something like that. One year, I set all of the clocks ahead an hour when I left for work so she showed up an hour early. Another year, I used a cellular phone to call her from outside our house and said I would be late from work and so on. From: rbrown@vaxa.stevens-tech.edu (Richard M. Brown) If they are all flying to Florida, get a friend of yours to call saying you are from United Airlines (or whoever they are flying) and that her return flight was cancelled and come up with some lame reason that they can't return for another week or so. From: lynnb@aimnet.com (Lynn Benson) Don't know if this would work since your wife will be out of town (you might need an accomplice), but here's the best one I ever pulled off: I had a teacher in fifth grade who was *addicted* to Diet Coke. So one day, I brought a Diet Coke in and set it on her desk. After much hemming and hawing on her part, she opened it up and took a big swig. Imagine her surprise when she realized that the Diet Coke was actually half Diet Coke and half Soy Sauce. Before that incident, I had never actually seen a person turn green before. -= april fool's day =-= 28 =-------------------------------------------------- ]NEW[ From: Kathleen_McCaffrey@qm.sri.com (RS_Helper) One year, I called my husband at his office and said, "So, you made sure to file our tax return today, right?" He said, "No, not for two more weeks." I put just the right tone of anxiety and frustration into my voice (the same tone he is so used to hearing me use when something has gone wrong.) I asked him, "Didn't you see those instructions in the tax forms? You have to file two weeks early if you've had a new deduction in the past year! If we don't get it in by midnight tonight we won't get our refund!" (We had just had a baby the year before.) I had him going for about ten seconds. He sounded really scared until the light bulb went on and he asked hopefully, "April fools?" It's pretty hard for me to fool anyone, since I am a lousy liar, so I considered this a real triumph. -= april fool's day =-= 29 =-------------------------------------------------- ]NEW[ From: rcarr@prairienet.org (Robert T. Carr) The best April Fool's Day joke I ever played was on my kids when they were little. I went to my kid's bedrooms, took them out of their beds, and put them in one of the other's beds. None of them woke up while I was doing it! The next morning, none of them could figure out what they were doing in each other's bed. -= april fool's day =-= 30 =-------------------------------------------------- ]NEW[ From: eboshove@vagus.vth.colostate.edu (ericwilliam boshoven) My roommates got me last year by using scotch tape on the spray hose on the kitchen sink. Just tape the lever down and leave it in the holder. When they turn the water on, they will get soaked. -= april fool's day =-= 31 =-------------------------------------------------- ]NEW[ From: gt5436e@prism.gatech.edu (John Andrew Kirkwood) A good April Fools joke for the kids: Tell them that they will be going to Walt Disney World. Drive them to a trash dump site where they are burning the trash off and tell your kids that WDW has burnt to the ground. -= april fool's day =-= 32 =-------------------------------------------------- ]NEW[ From: dutch@rangerbbs.com (Dutch) writes: This is neither outrageously funny nor original (I copped it from a Tom Hanks/Jackie Gleason movie) but it's become a tradition with me. The funny part is bagging the same people year after year! On the morning of April 1 I change my voice mail message to: "Hello. (pause) Hello? (pause) Hello! Listen, can you speak up I can just *barely* hear you! (pause) What?!?! Louder please! (pause) Ha! April Fools, this is my voice mail. Leave a message at the tone and I'll get back to you as soon as I'm able." ================================================================================ == CHRISTMAS =================================================================== -= christmas =-= 1 =--------------------------------------------------------- Ways To Say "Merry Christmas / Happy New Year" Translation in (...), pronunciation tips in [...], other notes in [...] Afrikaans Geseende Kersfees en 'n voorspoedige nuwe jaar. Australian 'ave a bonza Christy an' a beaut New Year, mate! Canadian Happy Holidays, eh! (and no socks this year, hosehead!) Chinese Sing dan fae lok, gung hai fat choi [Cantonese] Shen dan kuai le xin nian yu kuai [Mandarin] Czech Vesele' va'noce a s~t~astny' novy' rok! Danish God jul og godt nyter God jul og godt nytaar [pre-1948 Danish] Dutch Vrolijk Kerstfeest en een gelukkig nieuwjaar English Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Have a Merry Happy! Esperanto Gajan Kristnaskon kaj Felican Novan Jaron Finnish Hauskaa joulua ja onnellista uutta vuotta! French Joyeux Noel et Bonne Annee German Froehliche Weihnachten und ein glueckliches Neues Jahr Frohe Weihnachten und ein Gutes Neues Jahr Greek Xronia Polla ['X' is Greek X pronounced as sharp 'h'] Guarani Navidad Ara Pora Hawaiian Mele Kalikimaka Mele Kalikimaka nui loa! Hebrew L'shana Tova (To a good year) Chag Sameach (Happy Holiday) Hungarian Kellemes kara'csonyi u"nnepeket e's boldog u'j e'vet Icelandic Gle[eth]ileg jol gott og fars-= christmas =-= 169 =--------------------------------------------------------- In the spirit of the Holiday Season(tm), Life In Corporate America proudly presents... The Total Quality Management Corporate Christmas Party The TQM Corporate Christmas Party is carefully designed to give you and your employees a safe, efficient gathering, optimizing cheer and good tidings. The first step is to gather an appropriate number of executives to stage this wondrous event. A good guideline is to draft the aid of all executives making over $125,000/year including bonuses. These executives should be divided up into the Greeting Team, the Serving Team, the Walking Team, and the Ceremonial Team. The Teams should be further broken into two or more teams performing the same function, thus ensuring increased Quality through Redundancy and Intra-Team Competition. Divide your entire personnel into three equal groups. This Top-Down methodology breaks the task into manageable portions. Issue each employee a ticket with coupons for each aspect of the party, the Christmas Party Ticket. Printed on the ticket is the time which the employee should arrive for the Christmas Party. In order to further relieve congestion, each of the three seatings should be further broken into three "arrival groups". Thus, for the 12:00 seating you have employees arriving at 12:00, 12:05 and 12:10. Allow no more than five minutes for any one employee to be late. Now you can show how well you are organized. Your Employee travels to the specified cafeteria entrance at the proper time, as specified on the Christmas Party Ticket. He is warmly greeted at the entrance door by a member of the Greeting Team, and directed to the queue at the entrance. At the head of the queue, there are two more Greeting Team Members. Here the Employee surrenders the bottom portion of his Christmas Party Ticket to a Greeting Team Member, who then places it in the Door Prize Drawing Bin and directs the Employee to one of two identical Christmas Party Meal Serving Lines. At the start of the Meal Serving Line the Employee surrenders the next portion of the Christmas Party Ticket to one of the final members of the Greeting Team, who then allows the Employee to proceed with his tasty Christmas Party Meal. The Employee picks up his Tray and Utensils. He notices two things. First, the Utensils are neatly sorted and prepackaged for his convenience. Second, the usual rectangular tray is replaced by the much more efficient Truncated Tray. The Truncated Tray has its two far corners cut at precisely 45 degrees, allowing more efficient packing at the square Christmas Party Table. Now the Employee is ready to receive his tasty Christmas Party Meal. Four members of the Serving Team are ready to dish out his Meal. The first Serving Team Member takes out an efficiently pre-warmed Plate and adds Turkey and Stuffing. Here is another example of efficient pre-packaging, bringing your Employee an assortment of tastes, yet in a compact form for safe, easy serving. A generous Ball of Stuffing (1.75" diameter) is carefully pre-wrapped with a Slice of Dark Meat and a Slice of Light Meat, thus satisfying all tastes. Next, the remaining members of the Serving Team at this Station add Potatoes, Beans and Gravy, and delivers the Product to the Employee. Next, two more Serving Team Members offer an impressive array of Cranberry Juice and Orange Juice, plus a choice of eggnog both With and Without Brandy, labelled as "Leaded" and "Unleaded" (our little joke). Since we want to deliver Consistent Value, the "Unleaded" EggNog serving contains twice as much EggNog as the "Leaded" variety. Notice that the Christmas Party Serving Lines are implemented with Dual Redundancy. This is important, since it not only provides more Efficient Service to meet Demand, but it also, should one line become disrupted, provides a fallback so as to not severely impact the Schedule. After the Employee receives his Christmas Party Meal, he is directed by several members of the Walking Team to his table. Employees are seated solely based on their order in line, both to provide Good Companionship and to eliminate confusion imminent in Employees seeking out other particular Employees. The Walking Team is perhaps the most diverse Team in its duties. After the Employee is seated the Walking Team is responsible for ensuring that Everything is All Right. This includes, when an Employee is finished with his Christmas Party Meal, the removal of Trays and Utensils, and the distribution of the standard Christmas Gift. This action is carried out with the Just-In-Time philosophy. When the Employee's meal is finished and his EggNog is nearing emptiness, the Walking Team springs into action. One Walking Team Member removes the Tray and Utensils, one collects the final Christmas Party Ticket coupon, a third Walking Team Member distributes the standard Christmas Gift, and a fourth verifies the Employee's Satisfaction with the Christmas Party Meal. While your Employee is enjoying his Christmas Party Meal, several other Activities are ongoing. First, a Special member of the Christmas Party Committee is traveling about the Tables in the guise of Santa Claus. Since time is limited, you ensure that the delivery of the Santa Claus Service is properly received by all Employees by use of a Wireless Microphone. Second, the Christmas Season Atmosphere is provided by your local High School Choir. This not only provides soothing, cheerful music for your Employees but also strengthens the Sense of Community with the Town outside the Company. The third Activity is the Door Prize Drawing. Since no Employee is more than five minutes late, you can be sure that all Employees assigned to this Seating have arrived and been Greeted within fifteen minutes after the Opening of the Seating. Then the Door Prize Drawing Bin can be sprinted up to the head of the Cafeteria, where the Corporate Executive Officer, with Santa Claus as his Helper, draws names from the Door Prize Drawing Bin and distributes the Door Prizes. The Door Prizes are a series of increasingly valuable Prizes, ranging from a Free Employee Recreational Association Membership to a Telephone Answering Machine to a Twenty-Five Inch Zenith Color Television, and the Grand Prize, a Sony Handycam Camcorder. Once the Door Prize Drawing is completed, the Employees should have had sufficient time to Eat, Relax, and Indulge in the Fellowship of his Neighboring Employee. Therefore the Corporate Christmas Party is concluded, and all Employees present can rise Together and resume their normal tasks, filled with Happiness, Good Cheer, Good Food and a Renewed Sense of Companionship. In conclusion, the Total Quality Management Corporate Christmas Party is a fun, safe way to celebrate, while simultaneously demonstrating the effectiveness of the Principles of Total Quality Management. It also, incidentally, pays for itself. The Effectiveness and Precision with which the Corporate Christmas Party is Planned and Carried Out results in your Employees being able to enjoy the Party to its fullness, and still be finished early enough to return to the office after not the usual 45 minutes allocated, but an outstanding Thirty Minutes! Author's note: The sick part is this really happened here! The names are invented but the details are verbatim... ken ryan ryan@fsd.com -= christmas =-= 170 =--------------------------------------------------------- Memorandum Rightsizing The North Pole, Inc. Seasons Greetings The usual large flamboyant typeface associated with the seasons greetings has been downsized this year commensurate with the trend toward corporate downsizing. [And the fact that SMTP does not support typeface control] The recent announcement that Donner and Blitzen have elected to take the early reindeer retirement package has triggered a good deal of concern about whether they will be replaced, and about other restructuring decisions at the North Pole. Streamlining was appropriate in view of the reality that the North Pole no longer dominates the season's gift distribution business. Home shopping channels and mail order catalogues have diminished Santa's market share and he could not sit idly by and permit further erosion of the profit picture. The reindeer downsizing was made possible through the purchase of a late model Japanese sled for the CEO's annual trip. Improved productivity from Dasher and Dancer, who summered at the Harvard Business School, is anticipated and should take up the slack with no discernible loss of service. Reduction in reindeer will also lessen airborne environmental emissions for which the North Pole has been cited and received unfavorable press. I am pleased to inform you and yours that Rudolph's role will not be disturbed. Tradition still counts for something at the North Pole. Management denies, in the strongest possible language, the earlier leak that Rudolph's nose got that way not from the cold, but from substance abuse. Calling Rudolph "a lush who was into the sauce and never did pull his share of the load" was an unfortunate comment, made by one of Santa's helpers and taken out of context at a time of year when he is known to be under executive stress. As a further restructuring, today's global challenges require the North Pole to continue to look for better, more competitive steps. Effective immediately, the following economy measures are to take place in the "Twelve Days of Christmas" subsidiary: The partridge will be retained, but the pear tree never turned out to be the cash crop forecasted. It will be replaced by a plastic hanging plant, providing considerable savings in maintenance. The two turtle doves represent a redundancy that is simply not cost effective. In addition, their romance during working hours could not be condoned. The positions are therefore eliminated. [The three French hens will remain intact. After all, everyone loves the French] The [four calling birds] were replaced by an automated voice mail system, with a call waiting option. An analysis is underway to determine who the birds have been calling, how often and how long they talked. The five golden rings have been put on hold by the Board of Directors. Maintaining a portfolio based on one commodity could have negative implications for institutional investors. Diversification into other precious metals as well as a mix of T-Bills and high technology stocks appear to be in order. The six geese-a-laying constitutes a luxury which can no longer be afforded. It has long been felt that the production rate of one egg per goose per day is an example of the decline in productivity. Three geese will be let go, and an upgrading in the selection procedure by personnel will assure management that from now on every goose it gets will be a good one. The seven swans-a-swimming is obviously a number chosen in better times. The function is primarily decorative. Mechanical swans are on order. The current swans will be retrained to learn some new strokes and therefore enhance their outplacement. As you know, the eight maids-a-milking concept has been under heavy scrutiny by the EEOC. A male/female balance in the workforce is being sought. The more militant maids consider this a dead-end job with no upward mobility. Automation of the process may permit the maids to try a-mending, a-mentoring or a-mulching. Nine ladies dancing has always been an odd number. This function will be phased out as these individuals grow older and can no longer do the steps. Ten Lords-a-leaping is overkill. The high cost of Lords plus the expense of international air travel prompted the Compensation Committee to suggest replacing this group with ten out-of-work congressmen. While leaping ability may be somewhat sacrificed, the savings are significant because we expect an oversupply of unemployed congressmen this year. Eleven pipers piping and twelve drummers drumming is a simple case of the band getting too big. A substitution with a string quartet, a cutback on new music and no uniforms will produce savings which will drop right down to the bottom line. We can expect a substantial reduction in assorted people, fowl, animals and other expenses. Though incomplete, studies indicate that stretching deliveries over twelve days is inefficient. If we can drop ship in one day, service levels will be improved. Regarding the lawsuit filed by the attorney's association seeking expansion to include the legal profession ("thirteen lawyers-a-suing") action is pending. Lastly, it is not beyond consideration that deeper cuts may be necessary in the future to stay competitive. Should that happen, the Board will request management to scrutinize the Snow White Division to see if seven dwarfs is the right number. Happy Holidays! -= christmas =-= 171 =--------------------------------------------------------- Dec. 23, 1994 Northpole Standoff A fierce battle ended in a stand-off today as a multi-jurisdictional task force of federal law enforcement agents tried to arrest the leader of a militant doomsday cult, who call themselves "Elves," living in a heavily fortified compound at the North Pole. According to witnesses, federal agents hid in livestock trailers as they drove up to the compound. The approach was difficult in the snow using wheeled vehicles. Several agents were reportedly thrown from the trailer when it hit a snowbank. The agents were unable to use dog teams and sleds because the ATF agents shot all the dogs during training at a nearby recreational facility where agents had practiced for weeks on a mock-up of the compound in preparation for the raid. As three National Guard helicopters approached, over 100 law officers stormed the main compound, a heavily fortified gingerbread structure, throwing concussion grenades and screaming "Come out!" Cult members and law officers negotiated a cease-fire about 45 minutes after the incident began. For the next several hours, ambulances and helicopters swarmed the premises. The area was cordoned off and ATF agents with machine guns were posted in the roadways to keep reporters at least two miles from the main battle area. In a lengthy report on the group Saturday, The North Pole Tribune-Herald said that the cult was known to have a large arsenal of high-powered weapons, probably produced in a workshop disguised as a "toy factory." This toy factory is also believed to be the sight of a methamphetamine laboratory, according to sources inside the ATF. The article quoted investigators as saying the crazed cult leader, who uses several aliases, "Santa Claus," "Saint Nick," "Sinterclaas," and "Saint Nicholas," age unknown, has abused children and claims to have at least 15 wives. Santa Claus denies these accusations of abuse and said he has had only one wife, Mrs. Santa Claus. Authorities had a warrant to search the North Pole compound for guns and explosive devices and an arrest warrant for its leader, Santa Claus, said Mess Stanford of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms in Washington, D.C. Mr. Stanford added it would be useless to attempt to get a copy of this warrant, however, because it had been sealed, "for national security reasons." The assault came one day after the North Pole Tribune-Herald began publishing a series on the cult, quoting former members as saying the deranged cult leader, Santa Claus, abused children and had at least 15 wives. ATF spokesman Jack Killchildren in Washington said the assault had been planned for several weeks, although he added, "I think the newspaper's investigation set up heightened tension." The cult's fortress, called "The Toy Factory," is dominated by a tower with lookout windows facing in all directions. Guards reportedly patrol the 77-acre grounds at night. Attorney General Janet Reno ordered the raid after cult members refused to surrender documents relating to national security. A source inside the Justice Department said that the documents were lists of cabinet members and highly placed government officials who were naughty or nice. Despite preliminary, secret negotiations to obtain the list, the Elves refused to surrender the document to the Justice Department. The raid was scheduled for December 23, because December 25 is believed to be a traditional cult holiday and all the militant elves would be engaged in cult rituals in preparation for the event. At a press conference this afternoon, Attorney General Reno said, "These militants abuse children in the most vile manner, by teaching them to expect charity. They have even distributed free, working replicas of 'assault weapons' and 'handguns.' It is a matter of dire importance to our future and the future of all our children, that this peril be ended by every means at our disposal." She went on to say that "I do not want to surround the compound and shoot everyone and then burn it to the ground in order to prevent this child abuse from occurring again, but that appears to be our only alternative." According to Reno, the "Toy Factory" itself is a sweatshop and conditions inside were horrendous. The Department of Justice is also looking into allegations of animal cruelty. Former members of the cult have claimed that Santa Claus frequently uses leather restraints on at least eight reindeer, housed in sordid conditions on the compound. Witnesses reported seeing a reindeer with a protruding red nose, which Janet Reno said was further indication of the abusive conditions inside the compound. Several of the elves were reported by the BATF to have been carrying automatic weapons. However, independent sources dispute this, claiming that the "automatic weapons" were nothing more than large candy canes. ATF leader Ted Oyster, shaken after the ordeal, spoke to reporters as hundreds of agents, many of them in tears, were taken away from the North Pole in military airlifts, ambulances, and private vehicles. "We had our plan down, we had our diversion down, and they were waiting..." Oyster said resignedly, shaking his head. A hospital spokesman said that most of the wounded ATF agents appeared to be suffering from shrapnel wounds from broken candy canes, as well as frostbite, apparently suffered from wearing forest-green camouflage in the wintery terrain. Attorney General Reno offered no comment on these reports. Mack "The Knife" McWarty was seen strolling across the White House lawn, chuckling to himself as he read what inside sources say was a copy of the naughty/nice list. One highly placed government official was found dead in Marcy Park. His name and the cause of death are unknown at this time, however, the White House immediately issued a statement claiming the official had committed suicide after learning his name was not on the nice list. Patsy Thomahawk refused to comment on the advice of her attorney on whether she had any part in removing copies of the naughty/nice list from a safe in the White House. A spokesman from the MJTF said that it was indeed a tragedy that Santa Claus had caused this confrontation, but this should be a lesson to anyone who tries to give to everyone without permission from the welfare department, and that gathering sensitive data without a permit from official sources will be stopped by any means. FBI spokesman Bob Pricks, the former national Abortion Poster Child of 1944, relayed that "We are dealing with a madman. We have cut off all electricity, water, and communications to the compound. Santa Claus has demanded that we relay a message to the world. It reads, 'Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.' FBI psychological experts are presently analyzing the message, however, preliminary reports indicate this is an encrypted threat to invade the neighboring towns near the North Pole. It may also be a doomsday message that the cult intends to commit suicide, like Jonestown." Shortly after the raid, a smiling Reno was seen strolling through the pile of rubbish looking for anatomically correct Barbie dolls. She claimed that she was going to confiscate any that she found as "evidence" and that they were for a personal investigation that she was conducting. Attorney General Reno also disclosed some information about plans to raid Mr. E. Ster Bunny sometime next spring. According to the FBI's report on Mr. Bunny, he has been hoarding food all year. This is in direct violation of a secret Presidential Directive. "This ingratitude for everything that we have done will stop, even if it means raiding every house in the USA to enforce these new laws that were made to insure your freedom...." Reno said. This, boys and girls, should make us all sleep just a little bit better tonight. The government will protect us from overindulging in freedom. If they didn't step in and take control of that "naughty/nice" list, just think what shape we might be in... -= christmas =-= 172 =--------------------------------------------------------- I Saw Mommy Smootchin' Santy Claus by Homer and Jethro (sung with a country twang to the tune "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus") I saw Mommy smootchin' Santy Claus Underneath the Christmas tree last night. She puckered up her lips. Pleasure he was a-seekin'. She missed his mouth and kissed his nose, and the dog-gone thing was a-leekin'. Then I heared Mommy tell old Santy Claus, "Santy, you have got to change your ways. Go and get yourself a shave, then I will be your slave. Smootchin you is just like smootchin' Gabby Hayes." I saw Mommy smootchin' Santy Claus Underneath the Christmas tree last night. Their smootchin was so loud, it woke up Uncle Fudd. It sounded like a cow a pullin her foot out of the mud. Then I shot Santy with a BB gun And you should have heard old Santy squawk. Then he jumped about ten feet And he took off up the street And he hollered, "Merry Christmas to you all." -= christmas =-= 173 =--------------------------------------------------------- I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus by D M Goldstein (sung to the tune "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus") I saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus when we Christmas shopped last night. They didn't see me creep into the John to take a leak, they thought that they were all alone and so a kiss they sneaked. (oh) I saw Daddy tickle Santa Claus underneath his suit of red and white. What a laugh it would have been if Mom had only seen Daddy kissing Santa Claus last night! -= christmas =-= 174 =--------------------------------------------------------- I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus by Kip Adotta (sung to the tune "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus") I saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus Underneath the mistletoe last night. He didn't see me creep Down the stairs to have a peep. He thought that I was upstairs in my bedroom fast asleep. Then I saw Daddy tickle Santa Claus Underneath his beard so snowy white. There must be some mistake; Was I really awake? I rubbed my eyes and moved in close, a better look to take. Then I saw Daddy hugging Santa Claus. He took his hand and pulled him to the couch. It must have been just fine; Santa didn't mean to mind. Then Daddy moved across the room to pour them both some wine. Then I saw Daddy fondle Santa Claus, And on his ear he nibbled now and then. I crawled across the floor, I hid behind the door, I left it open just a crack so I could see some more. Then I saw Daddy undress Santa Claus. They quickly threw their clothes on our big chair. Well, much to my surprise, I couldn't believe my eyes! It wasn't Santa after all but Mommy in disguise, When I saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus Underneath to mistletoe last night. Oh what I laugh it would have been, If I had REALLY seen, Daddy kissing Santa Claus laast niiiiiiight!!! -= christmas =-= 175 =--------------------------------------------------------- I Saw Elvis Dressed As Santa Claus by The Fibs (sung to the tune "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus") Oh, I saw Elvis dressed as Santa Claus in my hometown shopping mall last night. I knew it must be him Santa is a very slim. (???) And his sideburns where much darker than the whiskers on his chin. Oh, I saw Elvis dressed as Santa Claus hiding under that beard of snowy white. Then I saw his whiskers slip, when he curled his lip. Elvis dressed as Santa Claus last night. Spoken: Yessiree, I saw Elvis sitting on Santa's throne. Really I did, and I'm gonna call the Enquirer, Because after all, Suspicious minds wanna know. He had blue suede boots and bells, you should have seen it for yourselves. Sung: And did you ever wonder why it is they call his helpers Elves? Oh, I saw Elvis dressed as Santa Claus hiding under that beard of snowy white. Oh you can imagine my surprise, when I saw through his disguise. Elvis dressed as Santa Claus last night. Well, I saw Elvis dressed as Santa Claus in my hometown shopping mall last night. He was sitting in Santa's chair; little sister pulling on his hair. And I heard him say "Now don't be cruel, you'll get a teddy bear." Oh, I saw Elvis dressed as Santa Claus hiding underneath that beard of snowy white. Then I saw his whiskers slip, when he curled his lip. Elvis dressed as Santa Claus last night. Well it makes me wanna sing Blue Christmas like the King. Elvis dressed as Santa Claus last night. Elvis here, Elvis there, Elvis everywhere! I heard him say "Now don't be cruel, you'll get a teddy bear." -= christmas =-= 176 =--------------------------------------------------------- A Christmas Carol by Tom Lehrer Christmas time is here by golly Disapproval would be folly Deck the halls with hunks of holly Fill a cup and don't say when Kill the turkeys, ducks, and chickens Mix the punch, drag out the Dickens Even though the prospect sickens Brother, here we go again On Christmas Day you can't get sore Your fellow man you must adore There's time to rob him all the more The other three hundred and sixty-four Relations sparing no expense will Send some useless old utensil Or a matching pen and pencil Just the thing I need... how nice It doesn't matter how sincere it Is, nor how heartfelt the spirit Sentiment will not endear it What's important is the price Hark the Herald Tribune sings Advertising wondrous things God rest ye merry merchants May ye make the Yuletide pay Angels we have heard on high Tell us to go out and buy So... Let the raucous sleigh bells jingle Hail our dear old friend, Chris Kringle Driving his reindeer across the sky Don't stand underneath when they fly by -= christmas =-= 177 =--------------------------------------------------------- Santa Claus Is Watching You by Ray Stevens Now babydoll, sweetie-pie, sugarplum, honey-bunch, angel face, You know you better be good And act like two fine lovers should. Be careful what you say and do Cause Santa Claus is watching you. You'd better kiss and hold me tight. Give me good lovin' every night. Cause you'll be sorry if ya make me blue Cause Santa Claus is watching you. (He's everywhere, he's everywhere.) Well you may thing you can sneak around, get away with something But there ain't no way, Cause Santa's no fool, he's really super cool. He's the secret head of the CIA. (Eesh, Iish, crime don't pay) You can't do nothin' cause you're never alone He's even got a wire tap on your phone. So baby if you ever do me wrong. Break my heart and leave me alone. When Christmas comes, you're crying too. Cause Santa Claus is watching you. (He's everywhere, he's everywhere.) Every Christmas season, he climbs on his sled full of toys, With fuel exhaust, side mirrors, foxtails, mudflaps, and leopard-skin seats covers And spreads Christmas cheer to all good little girls and boys. Then he says on Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen, and Bruce and Marvin, Leon, Cletus and George and Bill and Slick, and Do-right, Clyde and Ace and Blackie and Queenie, Prince and Spot and Rover (Say where's Rudolph - He's on a stakeout over at your house.) You can run, you can hide, but you can't get away Got a binocular focus on you everyday. So baby if you ever do me wrong. Break my heart and leave me alone. When Christmas comes, you're crying too. Cause Santa Claus is watching you. (He's everywhere, he's everywhere.) Yeah Santa Claus is watching you (he's everywhere oh lord have mercy) Santa's got his eyes all over you. You better watch out - Ooh, look out there's Santa Claus peepin' around the corner and shoot, you in deep trouble. I don't think you understand the situation. I got a call into the North Pole right now. Them little elves gonna come down here and whoop up on you. I mean you gotta be true blue through and through or Santa gonna get you. -= christmas =-= 178 =--------------------------------------------------------- Christmas At Ground Zero by Weird Al It's Christmas at Ground Zero There's music in the air The sleigh bells are ringin' and the carolers are singin' While the air raid sirens blare It's Christmas at Ground Zero The button has been pressed The radio just let us know That "This is not a test..." Everywhere the atom bombs are droppin' It's the end of all humanity No more time for last minute shoppin' It's time to face your final destiny Well, it's Christmas at Ground Zero There's panic in the crowd We can dodge debris while we trim the tree Underneath a mushroom cloud You might hear some reindeer on your rooftop Or Jack Frost on your windowsill But if someone's climbin' down your chimney You better load your gun and shoot to kill Oh, it's Christmas at Ground Zero And if the radiation level's okay I'll go out with you and see the all new Mutations on New Year's Day It's Christmas at Ground Zero Just seconds left to go I'll duck and cover with my yuletide lover Underneath the mistletoe It's Christmas at Ground Zero Now the missiles are on their way What a crazy fluke we're gonna get nuked On this jolly holiday What a crazy fluke we're gonna get nuked On this jolly holiday -= christmas =-= 179 =--------------------------------------------------------- You're A Mean One Mr. Grinch by Dr. Seuss You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch. You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus; You're as charming as an eel. Mr. Grinch, you're a bad banana with a greasy, black peel. You're a monster, Mr. Grinch. Your heart's an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders; There's garlic in your soul. Mr. Grinch, I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine and a half foot pole. You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch. You're a nasty, wasty skunk. Your heart is full of unwashed socks; Your soul is full of gunk. Mr. Grinch, the three words that best describe you are as follows and I quote, "Stink, stank, stunk!" -= christmas =-= 180 =--------------------------------------------------------- The Who Song from Dr. Seuss's "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" "Abu, dores, Abu dores, [What are they actually saying?] Welcome Christmas bring your light, Abu dores, Abu dores, Welcome Christmas, Christmas day... Abu, damus, abu damus, Christmas day is in our grasp, so long as we have hands to clasp... Abu dores, abu dores welcome Christmas, Christmas day!" -= christmas =-= 181 =--------------------------------------------------------- Mr Icicle, Mr Snow from "The Year Without a Santa Claus" (Mr. Heat Miser and Mr Cold Miser sing a dueling duet.) I'm Mr. Icicle, I'm Mr. Snow. I'm Mr. White Christmas, I'm Mr. Ten-Below. Friends call me Snow Miser, whatever I touch Turns to snow in my clutch. I'm too much! (too much!) I never want to see a day that's over forty degrees. I'd rather have 30, 20, 10, 5 and freeze! [mini Snowy clones come out, as Snow Miser pirouettes and provides the "Brrrrrrrrrrrr" background] He's Mr. Icicle, he's Mr. Snow. He's Mr. Green Christmas, He's Mr. Ten-Below. [Snowy again] Friends call me Snow Miser, whatever I touch Turns to snow in my clutch. I'm too much! (too much!) [must give the guys equal time, so] I'm Mr. Heatblister, I'm Mr. Sun. I'm Mr. Green Christmas, I'm Mr. Hundred-and-One. They call me Heat Miser, whatever I touch Starts to melt in my clutch. I'm too much. (too much!) I never want to know a day that's under 60 degrees. I'd rather have it 70, 80, 90, 100 degrees. Some like it hot, but I like it REALLY hot! [Miser mini-clones come in] He's Mr. Heatblister, he's Mr. Sun. He's Mr. Green Christmas, he's Mr. Hundred-and-One. [the hothead sings again] They call me Heat Miser, whatever I touch Starts to melt in my clutch. I'm too much. (too much!) -= christmas =-= 182 =--------------------------------------------------------- I'll Be Cloned For Christmas by D M Goldstein, 1988 (sung to the tune "I'll Be Home For Christmas") I'll be cloned for Christmas, there'll be three of me; One to Work, and One to Shop, and One just for Parties. Christmas Eve, I'm certain, I won't be alone; I'll be home for Christmas, or else I'll send a Clone! -= christmas =-= 183 =--------------------------------------------------------- Have A Merry Military Christmas Little Johhny Johnson wants an M-16. Sister Suzi wants an Uzi and a sub-machine. Kids are making wishes and wartime strategies, Singing, 'Happy, happy birthday to the Prince of Peace.' Buy war toys for Christmas; have a happy holiday! Santa traded in his red cap for a Green Beret. Teach those happy little children to be hellcats when they play, And have a very, merry, military day! Jamie wants the lastest deadly laser gun. Little Tommy asked his mommy for his own B-1. Kids are dropping napalm on their Christmas trees, Singing, 'Happy, happy birthday to the Prince of Peace.' Buy war toys for Christmas; have a happy holiday! Santa knows the missile toes the line in every way. Teach those happy little children to be hellcats when they play, And have a very, merry, military day! We all have our fingers crossed, For another cold war frost, Singing, 'Oh by golly, Let's be jolly, Deck the Holocaust!' Darling Danny Simpson armed his own brigade, Staged a coup and overthrew the Christmas day parade. Kids are roasting chestnuts and burning MRE's, Singing 'Happy, happy birthday to the Prince of Peace!' By war toys for Christmas; have a happy holiday! Santa fired his reindeer; now he flies the Enola Gay. Teach those happy little children to be hellcats when they play, And have a very, merry, military day! And have a very, scary, military day! Singing 'Happy, happy birthday to the Prince of Peeeace!' -= christmas =-= 184 =--------------------------------------------------------- Wonder Where I Am (sung like the movie 'Arthur' to the tune "Winter Wonderland") At the office Christmas party, I started out with a Bacardi. I didn't get saused, But, right now, I'm lost! It's Christmas and I wonder where I am! I had a beer at my brother's, Had egg nog at my mother's, Then two bottles of wine. Which automobile's mine? It's Christmas and I wonder where I am! Someone caught me dancing with a snowman. Policemen came and put me in their car. They asked, 'Are you drunk?' And I said, 'No, man, But could you drop me off at the next bar?' I guess my wife must be missing; Who's this dog that I kissing? They say his name's 'Spot', And he likes me...a lot!! It's Christmas and I wonder where I am! I was looking for a lady I could dance with, And so I stood beneath the mistletoes. Someone said, 'You'd have a better chance if You take the lamp shade off and put back on your clothes'! Well it's time to be going. I'm naked! Is it still snowing? It's time I should leave, But I'll be back New Year's Eve!!! It's Christmas and I wonder where I am! It's Christmas and I wonder where I am! Have you seen my hat; I wouldn't want to freeze! What a party!! Don't you wish you were me?!?!? -= christmas =-= 185 =--------------------------------------------------------- Computer Wonderland by D M Goldstein 1983 (sung to the tune "Winter Wonderland") Axes swing, are you listenin'? Gold and jewels, how they glisten. A beautiful sight, ADVENTURE at night, playing in Computer Wonderland. (Bridge:) In the KINGDOM we can feed the peasants, or plot our BIORYTHM for a year; Save the universe from Cylons playing STARTREK, or even try BACKGAMMON if you dare. Later on, we'll play WUMPUS; Zing those bats when they thump us. OTHELLO's just fine, I win every time, playing in Computer Wonderland. -= christmas =-= 186 =--------------------------------------------------------- Nuclear Winter Wonderland (sung to the tune "Winter Wonderland") Hello kids, are you listening? In Kiev, things are glistening A beautiful sight We're happy tonight In our Nuclear Winter Wonderland It began in Chernobyl But the cloud's goin' global We'll all feel just fine We'll sip iodine In our Nuclear Winter Wonderland Near the meltdown we can build a snowman And we'll name him Andrei or Mikhail Then we'll sit around and watch him glow, man Until we duck the phosphorescent hail Lots of folks will expire As they sit by the fire The stacks will look neat Encased in concrete In our Nuclear Winter Wonderland La la la, la de da da La la la, la de da da La dee da da da La dee da da da In our Nuclear Winter Wonderland Oh, we can all go have bone marrow transplants Maybe somehow we will all survive We'll have lots of fun in chemother'py When we sport growths in 2025! Gone away is the sun here Here to stay is the nuclear We'll play in the snow We'll laugh and we'll glow In our Nuclear Winter Wonderland In our Nuclear Winter Wonderland! -= christmas =-= 187 =--------------------------------------------------------- Watch 'Em Glow A Christmas Song for the Nuclear Age (sung to the tune "Let It Snow") Oh it happened quite late this morning, The reactor gave a warning, So as the walls start to flow, Watch 'em Glow Watch 'em Glow Watch 'em Glow.... Officials begin to wonder, With the fault line running under, If nukes were the way to go... Watch 'em Glow Watch 'em Glow Watch 'em Glow.... Oh the units were built in threes, 'Cause the number is funny and droll, And now we can see the Chinese A-wavin' at us from the hole! Now the little black smudge is sister, And my dog is just a blister, But since it's their time to go, Watch 'em Glow Watch 'em Glow Watch 'em Glow.... Now they say the "event" was "unplanned, Just a shift in the offshore shelf, And that's why my thyroid gland Is driving a car by itself! Now grandmother aint too pretty, And that hairless blob is kitty, But she's eight more lives to go, Watch 'em Glow Watch 'em Glow Watch 'em Glow -= christmas =-= 188 =--------------------------------------------------------- The Homeless Song (Reaganomics) by D M Goldstein, 1988 (sung to the tune "The Christmas Song") Homeless sitting by an open fire, Frost-bite eating at their toes; Yuletide carols being sung by a choir, drive the kids to Overdose. (Everybody knows,) George Bush is our new President, and you know that isn't right; Democrats, with fear in their eyes, will find it hard to sleep tonight. They know that Reagan's had his way, He spent lots of dough, and bought lots of arms in his day; And every Mother's child has cause to fear, Because Repulicans have four more years. And, So, I'm offering this simple phrase, for men eighteen to thirty-three, although it's been said that there won't be a draft, get out of here; get out of here; find another Country. -= christmas =-= 189 =--------------------------------------------------------- A New Jersey Christmas Song by the NJ Editorial Minstrel (C) copyright 1990 (sung to the tune "A Christmas Song") Tax cuts burning on an open fire Our Gov'ner turns to stoke the coals {or} Gov'ner turns and thumbs his nose {or} Exxon brakes another hose Protest songs being sung by a choir and folks get laid off by the drove Education plans are changing by the moment now, please help us make our students bright. Pension plans being paid by the towns. We may sleep on the street tonight. We know the tax mans on his way. He's loaded lots of fee increases in his sleigh. Our health insurance plan has gone awry. Our referendum bill unhappily has died. And so I wonder if this Florio plan is understood by only you. It looks awful bad, so for now I'll just say... Merry Christmas to you. We know the tax mans on his way. He's loaded lots of fee increases in his sleigh. Our car insurance plans have gone awry. The D. M. V. fees have shot right up to the sky. And so I wonder if the Florio plan is understood by more than two. Our States' at a loss , but alas I still say... Merry Christmas to you. -= christmas =-= 190 =--------------------------------------------------------- Christmas Is Revolting by the Elves Christmas, a special time of year; suicides, moldy fruitcake and shop-lifting. Santa, he struts and smells like beer; You know he ripped off all the toys that he'll be bringing Tinsel, holly, mistle-toe; Heart attacks from shoveling snow. Beggars in the street, eating reindeer meat maybe it's someone you know. Christmas, a time for shopping sprees. Your credit rating's on a sleigh ride to disaster. Checkbooks, cash and credit cards will all be there to help you make that sleigh ride faster The Yuletide season's just begun. Christmas sucks and so does Santa - na na na na na, na na na na. Time for office parties Jingle Bells, Rudolph smells, Pokey runs away. We're sick of making toys for ugly girls and boys We know why lions eat their young. Christmas is something to avoid, pushing shoving, Biting, scratching, kicking, screaming. Christmas is like a hemorrhoid - It's here today, gone tomorrow but will flare again next year. -= christmas =-= 191 =--------------------------------------------------------- Up On The Housetop Up on the housetop, reindeer say, Santa Claus is becoming gay. He's queered Donner and Blitzen too, When he comes down the chimney, he'll get YOU! Up on the housetop, what's that noise? Santa's playing with little boys. Now we can tell the truth at last, Santa Claus is a pederast! Up on the housetop, what's it gonna be, Christmas presents, or sodomy? Santa will give you a gift of sorts, A textbook case of venereal warts! Up on the housetop, who'll be first To slake old Santa's sexual thirst? If only the smoke wouldn't get in his eyes, I see a hole that's about his size. Up on the housetop, HO HO HO! Santa's brought your Christmas snow. While you enjoy it, he'll reach in his sack, And give you a gift of the finest crack. Frosty the Snowman is Big and White. He chases little children late at night! If he can catch them, you know what he'll do, Snow-ball them 'til they're black and blue. -= christmas =-= 192 =--------------------------------------------------------- Mr Santa Claus by D M Goldstein, 1987 (sung to the tune "Mr Bojangles") I met a man named Santa, and he'd pose with you, In a red suit. Silver hair, a red jacket, a long white beard, and big black boots. He'd fly so high, oh, he'd fly so high, and then he'd "Ho ho ho!" I met him in a Sears in Alaska, he was down and out. He looked to me to be the eyes of age, as he spoke right out. He talked of elves, yeah, he talked of elves, smiled, "Ho ho ho"'ed and stepped. (Chorus:) Mr Santa Claus. Mr Santa Claus. Mr Santa Claus. "Nick." He made toys for the girls and boys at County Fairs, throughout the South, He spoke in tears of eight reindeer, how they and him just flew about. Now they've all retired, oh, they've all retired, They stay home Christmas Eve. He said "They'd prance at every chance when they would land on roofs like planes, But most 'the time they'd sit around pole and play Those reindeer games." He shook his head, and as he shook his head I thought I heard a "Ho ho ho!" (repeat Chorus and end.) -= christmas =-= 193 =--------------------------------------------------------- Santa Claus by D M Goldstein 1985 (sung to the tune "Rocket Man") I packed my bags last night for flight; Zero hour, one A.M.; And I'm gonna be high in my sleigh by then. I miss the Pole so much, I miss my wife; It's lonely out in space On such a famous flight. (Chorus:) And I think it's gonna be a long, long time before you get your gifts; you've yet to find I'm not the man you think I am at all, Oh no, no, no; because I'm Santa Claus. Santa Claus, flying with my reindeer 'cross the sky. The Pole ain't the kind of place to raise your kids; In fact, it's cold as hell; But there's elves to baby-sit them if you did. And all these 'Go-bots' I don't understand; It's just my job one day a year. Santa Claus, I'm Santa Claus. (repeat Chorus and end.) -= christmas =-= 194 =--------------------------------------------------------- Farrakhan Is Coming To Town from MAD Magazine 12/94 (sung to the tune "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town") Sung to Santa Claus is Coming To Town You better be black You better be straight You better admit that Hitler was great Farrakhan is coming to town He wears a bow-tie He's got a real flare You shouldn't mess with his bodygurds there Farrakhan is coming to town You see that he mens business You see he's not a fake He's angry if you disagree So agree for Islam's sake At stirring up crowds He's surely a whiz He'll show you just what a demagogue is Farrakhan is coming to town! -= christmas =-= 195 =--------------------------------------------------------- The Gingrinch That Stole Xmas by Mark D. Harmon (journalism and broadcasting professor at Texas Tech University, Lubbock, Texas.) All the Whos down in Whoville took little note. Some listened to fear. Some didn't vote. Little did they know a Gingrinch did lurk. He'd been scheming for years to do evil work. The Whos were surprised to find in everyone's house, a fat grinning rat dressed as a church mouse. "I'm the Gingrinch," he bleated. "You Whos must be told that hope's been defeated." The Whos looked around in shock and dismay. Who could have dreamed such a strange thing to say? The Gingrinch, however, took little heed. He had an agenda; it started with greed. The Gingrinch chortled and let out a hideous laugh. He bellowed and beckoned and brought out his staff. "This is Jesse, Strom, Alphonse, Henry, Bob, and Kay; we have so much contract work to do today. We intend to change Christmas, the whole Christmas season. We've got a new message; we've made a new reason." The Whos looked surprised at the motley rat crew, but the Gingrinch insisted they knew what to do. "Christmas now will mean so much more. Christmas now," Gingrinch sneered, "will mean blaming the poor." "It's their fault," he drooled, "that they face gloom and doom. If they had any sense, they'd come out of a different womb." The Who families held hands, grimaced and snuggled. They remembered how together they had worked and struggled. The Gingrinch, however, blabbed on unabated. He knew what he wanted; he knew who he hated. "This Head Start," the Gingrinch said very slow. "It teaches kids to think. It helps them to grow. This Head Start," he scowled, "is the first thing to go. Then abortion is next," dictated the Gingrinch, "but care for a child gets none of our worth. Life begins at conception and ends at birth." Then he took away job training, food stamps, and student loans. He heard all the pain; the Gingrinch liked to hear groans. "Now let's give to the rich; they've got it already. It keeps my campaign contributions rolling in steady. And I'm tough on crime, that's what I'm sellin', excepting, of course, those poor S&L felons. Remember that I want to keep you all free. Let's start by making you pray like me." All the Whos now were praying the nightmare would end, but the Gingrinch kept planning to borrow and spend. With each falling snowflake, the Gingrinch grew bolder, and the Whos remembered his ideas were much older. "I want noise, lots of toys. Set my mind to race. I want tanks, bazookas, and lasers in space." The Gingrinch insisted, "Raid the pensions. Tax the poor. This voodoo will work, this time, I'm sure. Why I even dare to cut Medicare. I'll need all this loot, and we'll find a new enemy or my name isn't Newt!" That Christmas in Whoville tested the spirit of Yule. Few Whos could afford to pay Newt's private school. Holly cost dearly, so Who's sprinkled twigs with sage. Then Gingrinch abolished the minimum wage. Who children missed the animals that used to freely roam. The Gingrinch had sold off the parks they called home. Belching pipes now polluted the water and air. Sick and old couldn't pay for the simplest care. Yet on Christmas Eve as the stars shone through the haze, Whos ventured out with a determined gaze. They held hands and sung, "Who Who Hooray. Der flugel. Der flugel. Callou and callay. Welcome Christmas. Christmas Day. Bahoo Dore. Sing of cheer. Sing of whos far and near. Sing of whos no longer fearing. The Gingrinch is going, election day is nearing." -= christmas =-= 196 =--------------------------------------------------------- Twas The Newt Before Christmas by Dean Bakopoulos Twas the night before Christmas and throughout the White House Al Gore was eyeing Hillary, peering into her blouse. The Secret Service men were guarding the premises with care, For a whole host of Democrats were vacationing there. Chelsea was nestled all snug in her bed After locking out Mr. Kennedy and the dirty thoughts in his head. And Bill in his sportcoat; a heavy grey tweed, Had just fried his brain with some Mexican weed. When out in the garden came a plethora of noise, All drunken and rowdy: 'twas Gingrich and the boys! Bill jumped to the window, and tore open the sash, "It's a raid boys!" he cried, "Quick, go hide my stash!" The pot in his blood and the moon on the snow Gave a psychedelic haze to the objects below. When what to Bill's frantic eyes should appear, But a slew of Republicans and a keg of ice beer, With a big old leader, all lively and fat; He knew it was Newt, "Proponent of GATT!" As vicious as vipers, the Republicans came, And Bill recognized them and called them by name. "Hey Helms! Hey Thurmond! Hey Packwood and Hatch! Hey Dole and Pataki, it's time for a bash!" A collective cheer rose out from the crowd, "Let's listen to Nugent, and turn it up loud!" Together Dems and Republicans danced and sang out in cheer, "Screw Health Care and Haiti, it's time to drink beer!" When from the chimney, came a blinding black cloud of soot, And Limbaugh danced from the fireplace in a red Santa suit. He moved through the crowd, then held up his hand And when all was silent, he did a keg stand. And the crowd raised their cups, as Newt bowed down in prayer, And champagne flowed freely, just like welfare. As Kennedy and Reno romped in the Green Room, The rest of the crooks outlined their Hidden Agenda of Doom: "We'll pray in schools, we'll shove it down their throats!" "More welfare, more taxes, we'll still get the votes!" And they drank, hugged, and danced, they crossed party lines, And they cheered, "It doesn't matter, we're all bastard swines!" So they threw out allegiance and partisan crap And took turns sitting on the president's lap. And Gephardt and Dole passed out on the lawn, And awoke in the morning without their pants on. And Packwood gave Tipper a pat on the rear, While Judge Thomas and Miss Hill went out for more beer. Then the party-goers discovered a sight so touching and cute, President Clinton fast asleep, snuggled up next to Newt. Santa Limbaugh smiled and threw up on his boots, "A Merry Clinton to all, and to all a good Newt!" Copyright 1994, by The Michigan Review, Inc. All Rights Reserved Written by Dean Bakopoulos, University of Michigan Typed laboriously by Ryan Posly, University of Michigan Thanks to Gregory Parker, University of Michigan -= christmas =-= 197 =--------------------------------------------------------- Merry Christmas From The Legal Department I. Though we, the "Greetor," wish you well In our Holiday Entreaty, We limit all your claims, Dear Friend (Hereinafter called the "Greetee"). II. We wish you dreams of Sugar Plums And dancing Christmas Lights, But if these Fancies come to Naught You have no Vested Rights. III. In no case shall we be at fault In Implied Claims of Fitness, And all Writs of Depression must Be Sworn before a Witness. IV. Although our Approbations Are Warranted full free Of Defects in Sincerity There is no Guaranty. V. Whenever there's a Conflict These, our Contract Terms, will rule; The "Greetee" then is on his own To have a Happy Yule. VI. We hope that You, Your Kith and Kin Find Christmas Viability; But if You don't, note now that We Decline all Liability. VII. So if you don't hear Sleigh Bells ring, Or smell the fresh cut Pines, You have, "Greetee," Released our Firm, Successors, and Assigns. VIII. And if Our Heartfelt Christmas Wish By Counter Claim is marred, We may, at our Sole Option, Repossess this Christmas Card. Accepted: _____________ (Greetee) Witness: _____________ (Originally by Edward G. McManus, Marlborough, MA; published in the December, 1981 copy of some computer magazine) -= christmas =-= 198 =--------------------------------------------------------- The Willamette University Finals Week Christmas Carol (sung to the tune "Hark, the Herald Angels sing") It's that special time of year, Finals Week is drawing near! Study hard for every class, Pray to God that you will pass. Lots of sorrow, lots of stress, Even worse than P.M.S., Social life goes down the drain, Yes, it's Finals Week again! It's that special time of year, Finals Week is drawing near! Western Civ and Spanish III, Econ and Psychology, Physics and Organic Chem Keep you up till 3 a.m. Swill some coffee, stay up late, Study till you can't see straight, Caffeine is your closest friend, Yes, it's Finals Week again! It's that special time of year, Finals Week is drawing near! -= christmas =-= 199 =--------------------------------------------------------- Chemistry Christmas Carols From: grandish@kits.sfu.ca (Gavin Lee Grandish) 1. The Chemistry Teacher's Coming To Town 2. I'm Dreaming Of A White Precipitate 3. Silent Labs 4. Deck The Labs 5. The Twelve Days Of Chemistry 6. Test Tubes Bubbling 7. O Little Melting Particle 8. We Wish You A Happy Halogen 9. Chemistry Wonderland 10. I Saw Teacher Kissing Santa Chlorine 11. O Come All Ye Gases 12. We Three Students Of Chemistry Are 13. Iron The Red Atom Molecule 14. Lab Reports 15. Silver nitrate 1. The Chemistry Teacher's Coming to Town You better not weigh You better not heat You better not react I'm telling you now The Chemistry Teacher's coming to town. He's collecting data He's checking it twice He's gonna find out The heat of melting ice The Chemistry Teacher's coming to town. He sees you when you're decanting He knows when you titrate He knows when you are safe or not So wear goggles for goodness sake. Oh, you better not filter And drink your filtrate You better not be careless and spill your precipitate. The Chemistry Teacher's coming to town. 2. I'm Dreaming of a White Precipitate I'm dreaming of a white precipitate just like the ones I used to make Where the colors are vivid and the chemist is livid to see impurities in the snow. I'm dreaming of a white precipitate with every chemistry test I write May your equations be balanced and right and may all your reactions be bright. 3. Silent Labs Silent labs, difficult labs All with math, all with graphs Observations of colors and smells Calculations and graph curves like bells Memories of tests that have past Oh, how long will chemistry last? Silent labs, difficult labs All with math, all with graphs Lots of equations that need balancing Gas pressure problems that make my head ring Santa Chlorine's on his way Oh, Please Santa bring me an 'A'. 4. Deck the Labs Deck the labs with rubber tubing Fa la la la la, la la la la. Use your funnel and your filter Fa la la la la, la la la la. Don we now our goggles and aprons Fa la la la la, la la la la. Before we go to our lab stations Fa la la la la, la la la la. Fill the beakers with solutions Fa la la la la, la la la la. Mix solutions for reactions Fa la la la la, la la la la. Watch we now for observations Fa la la la la, la la la la. So we can collect our data Fa la la la la, la la la la. 5. The Twelve Days Of Chemistry On the first day of chemistry My teacher gave to me A candle from Chem Study. (second day) two asbestos pads (third day) three little beakers (fourth day) four work sheets (fifth day) five golden moles (sixth day) six flaming test tubes (seventh day) seven unknown samples (eighth day) eight homework problems (ninth day) nine grams of salt (tenth day) a ten page test (eleventh day) eleven molecules (twelfth day) a twleve point quiz 6. Test Tubes Bubbling (to the tune of "Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire") Test tubes bubbling in a water bath Strong smells nipping at ypur nose. Tiny molecules with their atoms all aglow Will find it hard to be inert tonight. They know that Chlorine's on its way He's loaded lots of little electrons on his sleigh And every student's slide rule is on the sly To see if the teacher really can multiply. And so I offer you this simple phrase To chemistry students in this room Although it's been said many times, many ways Merry molecules to you. 7. O Little Melting Particle (to the tune of "O Little Town Of Bethlehem") Para Dichloro Benzene how do you melt so well? The plateau of your cooling curve is really something swell. We think the heat of fusion of water is so nice Give up fourteen hundred cals per mole and what you get is ice. 8. We Wish You a Happy Halogen We wish you a happy halogen We wish you a happy halogen We wish you a happy halogen To react with a metal. Good acid we bring to you and your base. We wish you a merry molecule and a happy halogen. 9. Chemistry Wonderland Gases explode, are you listenin' In your test tube, silver glistens A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight Walking in a chemistry wonderland. Gone away, is the buoyancy Here to stay, is the density A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight Walking in a chemistry wonderland. In the beaker we will make lead carbonate and decide if what's left is nitrate My partner asks "Do we measure it in moles or grams?" and I'll say, "Does it matter in the end?" Later on, as we calculate the amount, of our nitrate We'll face unafraid, the precipitates that we made walking in a chemistry wonderland. 10. I Saw Teacher Kissing Santa Chlorine I saw teacher kissing Santa Chlorine under the chemistree last night They didn't sneak me down the periodic chart to take a peek At all the atoms reacting in their beakers; it was neat. And I saw teacher kissing Santa Chlorine under the chemistree so bright Oh what a reaction there would have been if the principal had walked in With teacher kissing Santa Chlorine last night. 11. O Come All Ye Gases O Come all yea gases diatomic wonders O come yea, o come yea calls Avogadro. O come yea in moles 6 x 10 to the 23rd O molar mass and molecules O volume, pressure and temperature O molar volume of gases at S.T.P. 12. We Three Students Of Chemistry Are We three students of chemistry are taking tests that we think are hard Stoichiometry, volumes and densities worrying all the time. O room of wonder room of fright Room of thermites blinding light: With your energies please don't burn us Help us get our labs all right. 13. Iron the Red Atom Molecule (to the tune of "Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer") There was Cobalt and Argon and Carbon and Fluorine Silver and Boron and Neon and Bromine But do you recall the most famous element of all? Iron the red atom molecule had a very shiny orbital And if you ever saw him You'd enjoy his magnetic glow All of the other molecules used to laugh and call him Ferrum They never let poor Iron join in any reaction games. Then one inert Chemistry eve Santa came to say Iron with your orbital so bright won't you catalyze the reaction tonight? Then how the atoms reacted and combined in twos and threes Iron the red atom molecule you'll go down in Chemistry! 14. Lab Reports (to the tune of "Jingle Bells") Dashing through the lab with a tan page lab report Taking all those tests and laughing at them all Bells for fire drills ring making spirits bright What fun it is to laugh and sing a chemistry song tonight. Oh, lab report, lab reports, reacting all the way Oh what fun it is to study for a chemistry test today, Hey! Chemistry test, chemistry test isn't it a blast Oh what fun it is to take a chemistry test and pass. 15. Silver Nitrate (to the tune of "Silver Bells") Silver nitrate, silver nitrate it's chemistry time in the lab Ding-a-ling, with a copper ring soon it will be chemistry day. Take your nitrate, in solution Add your copper with style In the beaker there's a feeling of reactions silver forming, blue solution Bringing ooh's ah's and wows now the data procesing begins. Get the mass, change to moles what is the ratio with copper? Write an equation, balance it we're glad it's Chemistry Day. -= christmas =-= 200 =--------------------------------------------------------- Luke Blaser, a fellow Military Police Officer wrote this in 1989 for the MPs at Ft. Campbell: Twas The Night Before Christmas At Ft. Campbell Twas the night before Christmas, And all over post Everybody was speeding, And all loved to boast. As they sped out the gates, They shouted with glee, "The MPs are slow, They'll never catch me." With my book full of tickets, And radar in hand, I set out to write Every knob in the land. I scratched my forehead, And pondered a bit, Texas and Chaffee Is where I would sit. I'd no sooner set up, And tested the gun When I heard the whining Of the faithful K-1. Then 20, then 30, then 40, Then more, I reached for the radio, "Stop outbound Gate 4." With my blue lights a flashing, I raced towards the gate In hopes that I Would not be too late. As I pulled in behind it, I stared with dismay. The guys at the gate Had stopped a red sleigh. I bit my lip, As I said with a sneer, "traffic stop...gate four, ...on nine tiny deer." He was a jolly fat man, Dressed all in red, With empty beer cans Piled up in his sled. His nose was bright red, His eyes twinkled a bit, It was not hard to tell That Santa was lit! "Santa, you've got no license For your sleigh or your deer. Step out of the sled And move to the rear." He failed every test, Then did he fuss, With a mouth like a sailor, He started to cuss. He was cursing at me, And cursing at others, And then made a comment concerning my mother. "Santa," I said, "You don't deserve any slack Put your hands on the trunk And walk your feet back." He started to boil And then acted tough So we spun him around And slapped on the cuffs. As I cuffed him I heard him say to himself, "You're just hassling me Because I'm an elf." Kicking and fighting We threw him in back, Impounded his sleigh And took his reindeer to SAC. When we got to the station, He was raising all hell And it shook the whole building When he was thrown in the cell. He wanted a lawyer And he blew a two-four And then Mrs. Claus Showed up at the door. He left with his wife, In a very quiet way, And we gave him back His deer and the sleigh. The news would soon spread, All over the land, About the night at Ft. Campbell, When Santa got slammed. And I was the bad guy, Some people would say For stopping the old elf In his bright crimson sleigh. And I heard him shout As they drove out of sight, "Don't expect any toys Under your tree tonight!" -= christmas =-= 201 =--------------------------------------------------------- (sung to the tune "Deck The Halls") Deck us all with Boston Charley, Walla Walla WA and Kalamazoo! Nora's freezing on the trolley, Swaller-dollar cauliflower alley-garoo! Don't you know archaic barrel, Lullabye, Lily-boy, Louisville Lou! Trolley Molley don't love Harold, Booley-booley Pensacooley hullaballoo! - Walt Kelly (Pogo) -= christmas =-= 202 =--------------------------------------------------------- Twas The Night Before Finals Twas the night before finals, And all through the college, The students were praying For last minute knowledge. Most were quite sleepy, But none touched their beds, While visions of essays Danced in their heads. Out in the taverns, A few were still drinking, And hoping that liquor Would loosen up their thinking. In my own apartment, I had been pacing, And dreading exams I soon would be facing. My roommate was speechless, His nose in his books, And my comments to him Drew unfriendly looks. I drained all the coffee, And brewed a new pot, No longer caring That my nerves were shot. I stared at my notes, But my thoughts were muddy, My eyes went ablur, I just couldn't study. "Some pizza might help," I said with a shiver, But each place I called Refused to deliver. I'd nearly concluded That life was too cruel, With futures depending On grades had in school. When all of a sudden, Our door opened wide, And Patron Saint Put It Off Ambled inside. His spirit was careless, His manner was mellow, He started to bellow: "What kind of student Would make such a fuss, To toss back at teachers What they tossed at us?" "On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes! On last year's exams! On Wingit and Slingit, And last minute crams!" His message delivered, He vanished from sight, But we heard him laughing Outside in the night. "Your teachers have pegged you, So just do your best. Happy Finals to All, And to All, a good test." - Chad W. Sclove -= christmas =-= 203 =--------------------------------------------------------- Intel's Night Before Christmas From: ibrahim@leland.stanford.edu (Nabeel Robert Ibrahim) Twas the night before Christmas And all over the Net, All the posts about Intel Made everyone fret, The whiners were vocal, They wouldn't shut up, Complaining about Intel's, FDIV cover up. The engineers were nestled All snug in their labs, Worrying about Intel's, Mistake in the fabs. They made up excuses On how they're affected. They called upon Intel And were promptly rejected. And soon IBM jumped Right into the fray. "We'll stop shipping Pentiums, As of later today." But their statement was just More political lies. Because they said the next day, "We're still shipping those dies!" But from where came this noise And vindictive clatter About a minor flaw That should not have mattered. Well there was a math prof Doing work in V A, He came to realize that Divs shouldn't happen this way. So Prof. Nicely described The bug that he had found. It wasn't too long later That news got around. Lots of people complained Without reason or rhyme Just because number five Equaled four point nine nine. The media latched on And rumors were spread, It took no time to proclaim That Intel was dead. As I was reading more news, A thought came to me. Intel can't possibly die, They have a monopoly, So on Andy, on Craig, On Gordon and Vin, Make sure with P6, This doesn't happen again! As I logged off, I thought, "This debate is absurd." So I soon logged back in And uttered these words. "There are too many issues, I refuse to take sides. Merry Christmas to all, And watch your divides." HO, HO, HO!! -= christmas =-= 204 =--------------------------------------------------------- Twas The Net Before Christmas by Jim Trudeau & Jay Trudeau (1991) With apologies to Clement C. Moore Twas the night before Christmas and all through the nets Not a mousie was stirring, not even the pets. The floppies were stacked by the modem with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The files were nestled all snug in a folder The screen saver turned on, the weather was colder. And leaving the keyboard along with my mouse I turned from the screen to the rest of the house. When up from the drive there arose such a clatter I turned to the screen to see what was the matter. Away to the mouse I flew like a flash, Zoomed open a window in fear of a crash... The glow from the screen on the keyboard below Gave an electronic luster to all my macros. When what to my wondering eyes should appear But a little sleigh icon with eight tiny reindeer And a tiny disk driver so SCSI and quick I knew in a nano it must be Saint Nick. More rapid than trackballs his cursors they came, He whistled and shouted and FAXed them by name. "Now Flasher! Now Dasher! Now Raster and Bixel! On Phosphor! On Photon! On Baudrate and Pixel! To the top of the stack. To the top of the heap." Then each little reindeer made a soft beep. As data that before the wild electrons fly, When they meet with a node, mount to the drive, So up to the screentop the cursors they flew With a sleigh full of disks and databits, too. And then in a twinkling I heard the high whine Of a modem connecting at a baud rate so fine. As I gazed at the screen with a puzzling frown St. Nicholas logged on though I thought I was down. He was dressed all in bytes from header to footer And the words on the screen said "Don't you reboot 'er." A bundle of bits he had flung on his back And he looked like a programmer starting his hack. His eyes how they glazed, his hair was so scary, His cola was jolt, not flavored with cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a GIF And the pixels of his beard sure gave me a lift. The stump of a routine he held tight in his code And I knew he had made it past the last node. He spoke not a word but looked right at me And I saw in a flash his file was .SEA. He self-decompressed and I watched him unfold, Into a jolly old elf, a sight to behold. And the whispering sound of my hard drive's head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He went straight to his work without saying a word And filled all the folders of this happy nerd. And 'tis the whole truth, as the story is told, That giving a nod up the window he scrolled, He sprang to the serial port as if truly on fire And away they all flew down the thin copper wire. But I heard him exclaim as he scrolled out of sight "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night." -= christmas =-= 205 =--------------------------------------------------------- (sung to the tune "Joy To The World") End of the world The bomb has come Let earth receive her due Let every single reprobate Evaporate, disintegrate And buildings crumble too All over me and you All over, all over Our parents, too. -= christmas =-= 206 =--------------------------------------------------------- Christmas Time At My House Lutefisk boiling on the stove, Italians at the door They spill a pan of meatballs all over Martha's floor Uncle Heikki slips on them and starts a great big fight It's Christmas time at my house, it's gonna be some night The kids are on a sugar buzz they just won't go to bed They got the latest video games dancing in their heads They spotted Uncle Bruno snoozing next to me They popped out his false teeth and hung 'em on the tree Christmastime, food and wine, family, friend and foe We celebrate His birthday by spending all our dough Now we're broke and happy and full of Christmas cheer It's just too bad that Christmastime comes only once a year The mother-in-law's been drinking from a jug of Dago Red She's dancing on the table with her bloomers on her head The minister's on the organ playing rock around the clock He tries to give a sermon but he's just too drunk to talk The brother-in-law plays Santa Claus he's digging in his sack The kids are shoving nickels down his big butt crack He jumps up to chase them and his pants fall to his knees He trips on Uncle Bruno and he totals out the tree Christmastime, food and wine, family, friend and foe We celebrate His birthday by spending all our dough Now we're broke and happy and full of Christmas cheer It's just too bad that Christmastime comes only once a year -= christmas =-= 207 =--------------------------------------------------------- One Day After Christmas It's one day after Christmas I'm crabby and I'm broke I'm so full of ham and fruitcake I think I'm gonna croak It's nice to see the relatives I wonder when they'll leave They've been camping in my bathroom since early Christmas Eve They're eating everything in sight and sleeping in my bed I been sacked out in the basement with my beagle Fred The relatives have all gone out and left their screaming brats The toilet bowl is all plugged up and I can't find the cat It's Christmastime at my house the relatives are here They eat me out of house and home and drink up all my beer I love the decorations and the sleigh bells in the snow But I wish those pesky relatives would take their kids and go home Those cookie crunchers fed the dog a twenty pound rib roast His feet are sticking in the air like skinny old fence posts Now they're in a free-for-all the girls against the boys They're fighting over boxes 'cause they're bored with all their toys My mother-in-law is snoring in my favorite TV chair Those kids are stringing lights on her and tinseling her hair I oughta wake her up before the fireworks begin But I wanna see those blue sparks fly when they plug her in It's Christmastime at my house the relatives are here They eat me out of house and home and drink up all my beer I love the decorations and the sleigh bells in the snow But I wish those pesky relatives would take their kids and go home -= christmas =-= 208 =--------------------------------------------------------- I'm Dreaming Of A Right Christmas, by Andy Russo (sung to the tune "White Christmas") I'm dreaming of a Right Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know, More defense spending, And taxes ending, And deficits which never grow. I'm dreaming of a Right Christmas, With every budget bill I write, May your town be tidy and white, And may all your Christmases be Right. I'm dreaming of a Right Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know, Where the budget's tightened, And children frightened, Of orphanages where they'll go. I'm dreaming of a Right Christmas, With every free thinker I fight, May we keep the oddballs out of sight, And may all your Christmases be Right. Copyright 1994, Andy Russo -= christmas =-= 209 =--------------------------------------------------------- Walking In My Winter Underwear (sung to the tune "Winter Wonderland") Sleigh bells ring and I'm listening, But I'm turning and twisting. 'Cause I'm itching up here, And I'm scratching down there, I'm walking in my winter underwear. Now, the front is all battered, And the back is is all tattered, But, when I'm cold to the core, I walk through the "trap door", And up into my winter underwear. Vell, I don't care if it rains or snows or freezes. I yam so warm I yust don't give a hoot. I put on all the stockings I can locate, And I wear two pair of trousers with my suit. But then I start to perspire And then it sets me on fire. 'Cause I'm itching up here, And I'm scratching down there, I'm walking in my winter underwear. Vinter snow is white and glistening, But I'm turning and twisting. I gotta scratch a little here, I gotta scratch a little there. I'm walking in my winter underwear. I put my bathing suit away in moth balls, And now I've got to adapt to snow balls. Then I can't scratch my back; I throw myself all aback. I'm walking in my winter underwear. Through rain and snow and ice I do not worry. The winter come, I yust don't give a hoot. My coat and hat and earmuffs keep my cozy And I wear two pair of trousers with my suit. But then to cope to other clothing, Vell, the thing that I am loading, Is when my face turn blue, And contortions I go through, Walking in my winter underwear. They're from Sears-Rooobuuuck.... Walking in my winter underwear! -= christmas =-= 210 =--------------------------------------------------------- Walkin' Round In Women's Underwear from Bob Rivers' "Twisted Christmas" (sung to the tune "Winter Wonderland") Lacy things, the wife is missin' Didn't ask, for her permission I'm wearin' her clothes, Her silk pan-ty hose, Walkin' round in women's underwear In the store, there's a teddy With little straps, like spaghetti It holds me so tight Like handcuffs at night Walking' round in women's underwear In the office there's a guy named Melvin He pretends that I am Murphy Brown He'll say "are you ready?" We'll say "Whoa, Man!" "Let's wait until the wife is out of town!" Later on, if you wanna, We can dress, like Madonna Put on some eyeshade And join the parade Walkin' round in women's underwear Lacy things, missin' Didn't ask, permission Wearin' her clothes Silk panty hose Walkin' round in women's underwear Walkin' round in women's underwear Walkin' round in women's underwear -= christmas =-= 211 =--------------------------------------------------------- Grepping In A UNIX Wonderland (sung to the tune "Winter Wonderland") Let us ping, is it listening? When you fing @snow.glistening An FTP site, mgetting tonight, Grepping in a '^(Unix|Wonderland)$' Gone away: /usr/bin/sh, Here to stay is tcsh I'm in .deny (cron), my .newsrc's gone Grepping in a '^(Unix|Wonderland)$' In the rootdir we can build a shell script And pretend that it is parsing 'brown' It echos 'Are you @ing?' We'll say "No man." But use expr when you're in town Later we'll use vi As we find for some files To face and forsake xmkmf when we make Grepping in a '^(Unix|Wonderland)$' -= christmas =-= 212 =--------------------------------------------------------- Santa Claus And His Old Lady Cheech & Chong (CM: Cheech TC: Chong) (Piano playing in background) CM: Ma-ma-mamasita, donde esta Santa Cleese? Da vecto wit da bony knees? He comin' down da street wit no chooz on his feet. And he's going to... No that's ain't it... Ma-ma-mamasita, donde esta Santa Claus Da guy wit the hair on his jaws? He's... No... Hey, man, come over here, man! I need some help, man! TC: Yeah, man, I can dig that. Like, what are ya _doin'_, man? CM: Ah, I'm tryin' to write a song about Santa Claus, man, but it's not comin' out, man... TC: About who, man? CM: About Santa Claus, man. You know, Santa Claus, man? TC: Aw, yeah, man. I played with those dudes, man. CM: What?!? TC: Yeah, last year at the Philmore, man. Me and the bass player sat in, man. CM: Oh, hey, man, you think "Santa Claus" is a group, huh? No, it's not a group, man. TC: What? They break up, man? CM: No, man, it's _one_guy_, man. You know. He had...he had a red suit on, man, with black padded leather chooz? You know the guy, man. TC: Oh, yeah. He's with Motown, ain't he? Yeah, I played with that dude too, man. He was a good singer, man. CM: No, hold on, man. He's not with Motown, man. TC: Well, then, he's with Buddha, man. CM: Oh, man, you don't know who Santa Claus is, man! TC: Yeah, well, I'm not from here, man. Like, I'm from Pittsburg, man. I don't know too many local dudes. CM: Oh, I see. Well, hey, man, sit back and relax and I'll tell you the story about Santa Claus, man. Listen. Once upon a time, about, hmm, five years ago, there was this groovy dude and his name was Santa Claus, you know. And he used to live over in the projects with his old lady. And they had a pretty good thing together because his old lady was really fine and she could cook and all that stuff like that, you know. Like, she made the best brownies in town, man! Aww, I can remember them now, man. I could eat _one_ of 'em, man! Wow! TC: Oh, wow, man! Did you know these people, man? CM: Oh, yeah, man! They used to live next door to me, you know, until they got kicked out, man. TC: Oh, they got kicked out of the projects, man? CM: Yeah. You know what happened, man? They used to live with all these midgets, you know. And the midgets used to make a lotta noise. You know, like, pounding and hammering and ponding all night, man. TC: Typical freaks, huh? CM: Oh, yeah, man. They were really freaks, man. As a matter of fact, they all moved up north together, you know? TC: Oh, they had to go get their head together, man? CM: Yeah, get their head together. And they started a..a..a commune, you know. It was called the, uh, "Santa Claus and His Old Lady Commune", you know. It was a real famous one out there, man. And they used to sit around and groove all the time, you know. TC: Oh, yeah? CM: Really good time there... TC: That sounds hip. CM: Yeah, they eat the brownies, man, they drink the tea, man. And what they did most of the time, though, was make a lot of goodies, you know. And they had everything they needed. they only needed to go into town maybe once a year or something like that, you know... TC: Pick up the welfare check and the food stamps, right? CM: Yeah, man. No, no, what they did, man, was, once a year, when they made all the goodies, you know, they used to put it in a big chopping bag, and, then, they used to take the chopping bag and deliver 'em to all the boys and girls all the way around the world, man! TC: Hey, well, that's hip, man! That's sounds real nice, man! CM: Oh, yeah. They were really nice people, man. Had so much class, man, they had so much class, you know. Like, like give or take the way they used to deliver the toys, you know. It's, like, Santa Claus used to have this really charp chort, man, you know? It was lower to the ground, had twice pipes, candy-apple red and button-top. Ooooh, clean! TC: Hey, that sounds like a hip snowmobile, man. CM: No, no, it wasn't a snowmobile. It was a sled, you know. One of those big sleds, you know? And he used to have it pulled by some reindeers. You know, like, reindeers? TC: Some _what_, man?!? CM: Some _reindeers_, you know? He used to hook them unto the sled, and then he used to stand up inside the sled and hold on to the reins, and then call out their names. Like, "On, Donner! On, Blitzen! On Chewy! On, Tavo! C'mon, Vecto!" And then, the reindeers used to take off into the sky and fly across the sky, man! TC: Wow, man! That's far out, man! CM: Yeah! And, then, when they flied across the sky, they used to come down to places like, oh, Chicago, L.A., Nueva York, and Pacoima and all those places, you know, and then land on top of people's roofs, and then 'ol Santa Claus would make himself real small. You know, like a real small guy? And he come down the chimney and then he would give you all the stuff that he made, man! And, dig this, man: he did it all in one night, man! TC: Hey, just a minute, man. Now how'd he do that, man? CM: Oh, well, man, he took the freeway! How else, man? TC: No, man. No, man. How'd he do all that other stuff, man? Like how did he make himself small, man, and, how'd he, like, how'd he get the reindeer off the ground, man? CM: Oh! Well, man, he had some "magic dust", man! TC: Some "magic dust"? CM: Yeah, "magic dust", you know? He used to give a little bit to the reindeers, a little bit to Santa Claus, a little bit more for Santa Claus, a little bit more for Santa... TC: And this would get the reindeer off, man? CM: Aw, got 'em off, man? Are you kidding, man? They flew all the way around the world, man! TC: Hey, that's far out, man! Hey, how come I've never met this dude, man? CM: Oh, man, he doesn't do that bit anymore, man. It got too dangerous, man. TC: Yeah, I can dig that, man, 'cause that's a dangerous bit, man! CM: Yeah, let me tell you, it sure was, man. Like just two years ago, man, he got stopped at the border, you know. And they took him into another room and took off his clothes, man, and searched him and searched his bag of goodies, man. And, then, when he was leaving, man, he was flying through the air and somebody took a shot at his reindeer, you know. TC: Oh, that's a drag, man. CM: Yeah, it really was, man. And then, man, he went down south, man, and they tried to cut off his hair and his beard, man, and, all the time he was getting stopped and pulled over and asked for his I.D., man. Just everywhere he went he ran into too much recession, man! TC: No, man. You mean he ran into too much _repression_, man! CM: Oh, "repression", "recession", man. It's all the same thing, man! TC: Yeah, man. It's a drag, man, 'cause we could sure use a dude like that right now! CM: Oh, he still comes around, man. TC: Oh, yeah? CM: Yeah, but he comes in disguises now. TC: Oh, he went "underground", huh? CM: Yeah, underground, man! TC: I can dig it! CM: Yeah, if you were to see his disguise, man, nobody would ever know it was him, man. TC: Oh, yeah? CM: Yeah, he's gotta job in front of the department store, ringing this bell and playing this tamborine next to this black pot, you know? TC: Oh, I SEEN the dude! CM: YEAH, you know who I'm talkin' 'bout, man? TC: Yeah, man! I played with that cat last year, man! CM: What?!? TC: Yeah, we played in front of a store, man! We made a lot of bread, man! CM: Oh, hey, wait a minute, man! Santa Claus is not a musician, man! TC: I'm hip, man! That cat didn't know _any_ tunes, man! CM: Oh, hey, wait a minute, man! No, he's not hip to that at all, man! (Start to fade out) TC: No, I played with this dude, man. CM: Are you sure, man? TC: Positive! -= christmas =-= 213 =--------------------------------------------------------- (B: Bob D: Doug C: Ladies' Chorus) B: Okay, good day. This is our Christmas part of the album and you can play this at your Christmas party or to yourself on Christmas Eve if there's nothin' else to do. D: Good day, eh, in case you thought like I wasn't on this part. B: Oh, I guarantee you'd be on. Okay, so, good day. This is the Christmas part, and we're gonna tell ya what to get your true love for Christmas. D: Look out the window! B: Where? What are you doin'? D: Snow, hosehead! B: Oh, well, it's the Great White North, and it's snowin' 'cause it's Christmas time. Hey, hoser! D: What? B: Here's a quiz. A quiz for Doug. D: Okay, I have my "thinking touke" on. B: Yeah, right. What are the Twelve days of Christmas? Figure it out, right? Christmas is when? D: Uh, the 25th. B: Right, and what's the 24th? Christmas Eve, right? D: So that's two. B: That's two. And, then, what's after that? D: Um...uh, "Wrestling Day" B: No, "Boxing Day" D: "Boxing Day." Yeah, yeah. B: That's three. Then, what's after that? Nothin'. D: New Year's. B: That's four. D: And New Year's Eve. B: Five. Where do you get twelve? D: Uh, there's two Saturdays and Sundays in there. That's four. That's nine. And three other days which, I believe, are the "mystery" days. (Music starts) B: Okay, now, this is our Christmas song, in case you don't know what to get somebody for Christmas. D: There's lots of ideas in here, so listen and don't get stuck! (Organ starts) By the way, that's ME on the organ! B: Oh, Jeez. D: You start. B: Okay, (S) On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: A beer. D: (S) On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Two turtle necks, B: And a beer. On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Three French toast, D: Two turtle necks, B: And a beer. D: (SP) There should be more there, eh? B: (SP) Where? D: (S) On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Four pounds of back-bacon, B: Three French toast, D: Two turtle necks, B: And a beer. D: (continuing) In a tree. (SP) See, you need more. B: (SP) Oh, yeah. (S) On the fifth day, my true love gave to me: Five golden toukes D: Four pounds of back-bacon, B: Three French toast, D: Two turtle necks, B: And a beer...(SP) where? (S, with Doug) In a tree. Okay, on the sixth...(SP) go! D: ..of Christmas, my true love gave to me: C: SIX Six packs of two-four, B: (with Chorus) Five golden toukes C: FOUR D: Four pounds of back-bacon, C: THREE B: Three French toast, C: TWO D: Two turtle necks, C: AND A BEEEEEEER.. B: And a beer...(with Doug) In a tree. On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Seven packs of smokes, C: NICE GIFT D: (SP) Nice gift. Oh..(S) Six packs of two-four, B: (with Chorus) Five golden toukes C: FOUR D: Four pounds of back-bacon, C: THREE B: Three French toast, C: TWO D: Two turtle necks, C: AND A BEEEEEEER.. B: And a beer...(with Doug) In a tree. (SP) I keep forgettin'. D: (SP) Whew! This should just be the "Two Days of Christmas"! It's too hard for us! Go, hoser! B & D: (S) On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: D: Eight comic books, C: (repeats last line while B & D sing next line) B & D: Seven packs of smokes, Six packs of two-four, Five... C: FIVE GOLDEN TOUKES FOUR POUNDS OF BACK-BACON, THREE FRENCH TOAST, TWO TURTLE NECKS, AND A BEEEEEEEER... B & D: And a beer on my tree! B: (SP) That beer is empty! Okay! Day, uh... C: TWELVE! B: ...uh, twelve! D: Good day, and welcome to day twelve. B,D & C:(B & D follow chorus) FIVE GOLDEN TOUKES FOUR POUNDS OF BACK-BACON, THREE FRENCH TOAST, TWO TURTLE NECKS, AND A BEEEEEEEER....INNN AAA TREEEEEEEEEEE! D: (SP) Where's you learn to do that? B: (SP) Um...albums. D: So, like, that's our song, so, Merry Christmas... B: Merry Christmas. D: ...and good day! B: Good day, everybody. (pause) Ha-..Happy New Year, too. D: Shhh! B: Okay, you know what you left out? D: What? B: Donuts! D: Oh, no! B: I told you to get me donuts! Either on the ninth day or the tenth day or on the eleventh day... D: Okay, the song's over! Merry Christmas, everybody! B: ..or on the twelfth day you could've gotten me a dozen donuts... D: (To everybody)...So go out to the stores and get some presents! B: You could've gone down to, like, the good donut shops, where if you buy a dozen donuts you get another one free, and, then, it would be thirteen donuts for the "Thirteen Days of Christmas"! D: Next Christmas, you can get me a chainsaw! B: Take off! D: (as music fades) Boy, that song was a beauty! It...it moved me! B: Yeah, I think it ranks up there with "Stairway to Heaven". D: What? -= christmas =-= 214 =--------------------------------------------------------- I just go nuts at Christmas On the jolly holiday. I go in the red Like a knucklehead, Because I squander all my pay. I just go nuts at Christmas. Shopping sure drives me berserk. On the day before, I rush in the store Like a poor bewildered jerk. I look at nightgowns for my wive; Some black ones trimmed in red. But I don't know her size and, so, She'll get a carpet sweeper instead! I just go nuts at Christmas, When each kid hangs up his sock. It's a time for kids To flip their lids While their papa goes in hock! -= christmas =-= 215 =--------------------------------------------------------- On the night before Christmas, It's still in the house. My whole family is sleeping, So I'm quiet like a mouse. I look at my watch And midnight is near. I think I'll sneak out For a cold glass of beer. Down at the corner, The crowd is so merry, I end up by drinking About twelve Tom 'n' Jerry. I get to bed late and, Gee whiz, how I'm sleeping, When onto my bed, Those darn kids come leaping! They sit on my face And they jump on my belly, And I'm shivering all over Like a bowl full of jelly. They scream, "Merry Christmas!" My poor wife and me, We stumble downstairs And she lights up the tree. My head is exploding! My mouth tastes like a pickle! I step on a skate And fall on a tricycle! Just before Christmas dinner, I relax to a point, Then relatives start swarming All over the joint. On Christmas, I hug And I kiss my wife's mother. The rest of the year, We don't speak to each other. After dinner, my aunt And my wife's uncle Louie Get into an argument; They're both awful screwy! Then all my wife's family Say Louie is right, And my goofy relations, They join in the fight. Back in the corner, The radio's playing, And over the racket, Gabriel Hader is saying, "Peace on Earth, everybody. And good will toward men." And, just at that moment, Someone slugs Uncle Ben. They all go outside whooping So the neighbors will hear. Oh, I'm so glad Merry Christmas Comes just once a year! -= christmas =-= 216 =--------------------------------------------------------- The P.T.A. The P.T.A. I was Santa Claus at the school house for the P.T.A. The Parent-Teachers Group they called a meeting. My wife she says, "You have to go, my dear. It's the big important Christmas party meeting When all the papas who ain't sick appear." I dozed off 'till the middle of the meeting When the chairman shouted out so all could hear, "Mrs. Yorgesson says that her jolly husband He will gladly play our Santa Claus this year." The other papas looked relieved and happy. They knew I'd been betrayed by my sweet wife. And I was weak like that young fella Swanson When Delilah cut his hair off with a knife. The P.T.A. The P.T.A. I was Santa Claus at the school house for the P.T.A. On the night of the party, I sneaked into the school. The committee, they all met me there. These giggling women are going to dress me, And glue on my whiskers and hair. I got into the big red pants and black boots. The jacket was seven-feet wide! When I got into it, there was still plenty room For one good-sized reindeer to hide. Then I walked into the school gymnasium, The plan was that each little tyke Would walk up and shake hands with 'ol Santy And tell me what presents they like. The first kid was little Day Malarson Who wanted a new kiddie car. She patted my face with her red little hand Which was half-full of warm chocolate bar. The next kid in line was the young Scarborough boy I think that his first name was Milo. He's the orneriest brat in the whole dern school And he's built just like a brick silo. "Last year," he says, "you promised to bring me A real sharp sword and a gun, And all that you brought was new shoes and a coat, You dirty old son-of-a-gun!" Then he jabbed he finger right in my eye, And I let out a heckuva groan. And when he kicked my shin with his brass-toed shoe I was sure that he'd broken a bone! Then old man Gettornson picked his granddaughter up, And, when he put her down on my lap, His lighted cigar set my whiskers on fire; They started to crackle and snap! I jumped up and made a run for the door As fast as my sore leg would go, And put out the fire in a snowbank, And cooled off my face in the snow. I didn't dare go back, so I hurried on home And closed my front door with a slam, And, in my own home, my dog bit me twice Before he figured out who I am! But the kids all had a nice Christmas And, in spite of what happened, I'll still say I'd be Santa Claus again next Christmas For the good 'ol P.T.A.! The P.T.A. The P.T.A. I was Santa Claus at the school house for the good 'ol P.T.A.! -= christmas =-= 217 =--------------------------------------------------------- Father Christmas by The Kinks When I was small I believed in Santa Claus, Though I knew it was my Dad. And I would hang up my stocking at Christmas, open my presents, and I'd be glad. But the last time I played Father Christmas, I stood outside a department store. A gang of kids came over and mugged me, and knocked my reindeer to the floor. They said, "Father Christmas, give us some money. We're getting tired of your silly toys. We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over. We want your bread, so don't make us annoyed. Give all the toys to the little rich boys. "Don't give my brother a cheap awful outfit, Don't give my sister a cuddly toy. We don't want a jigsaw or Monopoly money, we only want the Real McCoy. Father Christmas, give us some money. We're getting tired of your silly toys. Father Christmas, give us some money. We'll beat you up, so don't get us annoyed. "But give my Daddy a job, cause he needs one. He's got lots of mouths to feed. But if you've got one, I'll have a machine gun so I can scare all the kids on the street." Father Christmas, give us some money. We got no time for your silly toys. We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over. We want your bread, so don't make us annoyed. Give all the toys to the little rich boys. So have yourself a merry merry Christmas. Have yourself a good time. But remember the kids who got nuthin, while you're drinking down your wine. "Father Christmas, give us some money. We got no time for your silly toys. Father Christmas, please hand it over. We'll beat you up, so don't get us annoyed. "Father Christmas, give us some money. We're getting tired of your silly toys. We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over. We want your bread, so don't make us annoyed. Give all the toys to the little rich boys. -= christmas =-= 218 =--------------------------------------------------------- Drinking Around The Christmas Tree (sung to the tune "Rocking Around the Christmas Tree" by Brenda Lee) Drinking around the Christmas tree at the Christmas party rush, Faces are hung o'er the balcony, everybody is a lush. Drinking around the Christmas tree, let the Christmas drunkards through, Later we'll do some vomiting, and our arms will hug the loo. You will get an upset stomach feeling when you taste Vodka through your nose, oh golly, Deck the halls with boughs of holly. Drinking around the Christmas tree, your hangover's on its way, Everybody's wearing ice pack hats in the new old-fashioned way. (drunken sax solo.) You will get an upset stomach feeling when you taste Vodka through your nose, oh golly, Deck the halls with boughs of holly. Drinking around the Christmas tree, your hangover's on its way, Everybody's wearing ice pack hats in the new old-fashioned way. -= christmas =-= 219 =--------------------------------------------------------- (sung to the tune "Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!") Oh, the weather outside is flighty And the winds are topping ninety. So, since we've no place to go, Let it blow! Let it blow! Let it blow! All the windows and doors are boarded, And supplies we all have hoarded. Until the batteries run low, Let it blow! Let it blow! Let it blow! It's a bit late for the hurricane season, But 'ol Nature needed one last shot. As if Mother Nature needs a reason To hit the coast with everything she's got! Oh, the beaches are all eroding. I hear a gas main exploding Since the storm's a Category fooooo(ur), Let it blow! Let it blow! Let it blow! Oh, the Atlantic's really churning, And greyness covers up the sky. We'll go out and watch our neighbors burning When our area's beneath the "eye". The insurance companies will holler; This'll cost millions of dollars. Well, hell, as long as it ain't snow, Let it blow! Let it blow! Let it blow! In Buffalo, it's ten below. Let it blow! Let it blow! Let it blow! Though the winds are blowing to and fro, Let it blow! Let it blow! Let it blow! -= christmas =-= 220 =--------------------------------------------------------- Associated Press: Thelma James, the affirmative action officer for the state of Minnesota's tax department, declared that departmental electronic mail could not be used to send "Merry Christmas" greetings. Rather, to keep the separation of church and state intact, greetings should say "Happy Holidays" or "Season's Greetings" instead. The ban was not met with universal open arms: "There are very serious church- state issues that need to be addressed, (but) I would not count 'Merry Christmas' greetings via e-mail on that priority list," said Jay Tcath, executive director of the local Jewish Community Relations Council. -= christmas =-= 221 =--------------------------------------------------------- Associated Press: Kenneth Humphrey, a Henry County (Tenn.) commissioner, high school choral director, and local minister, and Martin Paschall, the high school band director, apparently got into an argument over which one would make announcements at the high school's Christmas concert. But the concert was cancelled after Humphrey allegedly hit Paschall in the face with a chair during the argument. Paschall pressed aggravated assault changes; Humphrey was freed after posting $1000 bail. -= christmas =-= 222 =--------------------------------------------------------- Reuters News Service: One of the most popular Christmas-time stage plays in the U.K. is Snow White. But between the demands of Santa's helper roles and many stagings of the play, there has been a distinct shortage of dwarf actors to play such parts this year. So at a Snow White performance in South Shields, England, children were cast in the dwarf roles. But the director was forced to rewrite the script when two of the young actors refused to fulfill one of the requirements of their roles: to kiss Snow White. "I didn't realize the prospect of giving me a peck would horrify them so much," said Snow White actress Victoria Arbiter, 20. "When they were told to kiss me, their little faces crumpled and they burst into tears." -= christmas =-= 223 =--------------------------------------------------------- Christmas Dragnet DUMM-DA-DUM-DUM! DUMM-DA-DUM-DUM-DUUUUUM! Narrator: The story you are about to hear is true. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent. For instance, "Kris Kringle" is now "Santa Claus". Joe: This is the city. Los Angeles, California. The city sidewalks were busy sidewalks dressed in holiday style, and, in the air, there was a feeling of Christmas. There was no snow to crunch, but the kids were definitely bunching. They were watching out, not crying or pouting. They knew why. The last thing on anybody's minds was being picked up on a 4096325-096704, "Not Believing in Santa Claus". That's where I come in. I'm a policeman. I carry a badge. DUM-DA-DUUUUUMM! DUM-DA-DUM-DA-DUUUM! DUM-DA-DUUUUUMM! DUM-DA-DUM-DA-DUUUM! Joe: It was Thursday, December 24th, Christmas Eve, 4:35pm. I was working the holiday watch out of homicide with my partner. Twas the night before Christmas and, all through the stationhouse, the only creatures stirring were me at the typewriter, my partner with his paper, the chief complaining about working on a holiday, and a mouse. The chief is Captain Kellogg. My partner is Frank Jones. My name's Friday. (sounds of typewriters and phones working) Frank: Hang up your stocking yet, Joe? Joe: Yeah, just before I came down. You too, Frank? Frank: Always do. Hung it up early just in case I had to work late tonight. Wouldn't want to miss out when Santa Claus comes, you know. Joe: Umhum. Sure wouldn't. Would be a shame. Frank: What are you gonna do tomorrow, Joe? What are you gonna do on Christmas? You got any plans? Joe: Nothing much. Frank: Why don't you come by the house, Joe? We're gonna have Christmas dinner. You know, all the trimmings. Joe: Umhum. Frank: Turkey, celery stuffing, oysters maybe, chestnuts... Joe: Umhum. Frank: All the trimmings. Cranberry sause...love to have ya. Joe: Umhum. Frank: The missus always fixes a plate of relish with them little carrot sticks. You know, olives, pickles, scallions...most folks call 'em "green onions", but they're really "scallions". Did you ever notice that, Joe? Joe: Ever notice what, Frank? Frank: How most folks call 'em "green onions", but they're really "scallions". Joe: Umhum. Scallions. Frank: Anytime after two, Joe. Love to have ya. Joe: Umhum. Well, I'll see. Frank: Love to have ya. Joe: Umhum. Well, I'll see. Frank: The missus always fixes a plate of relish with them carrot sticks. You know, them little carrot sticks? Joe: Umhum. Frank: Olives, pickles, scallions... Joe: Umhum. Let's not go through that again. Frank: Love to have ya. Go through what again, Joe? Joe: How most folks call 'em "green onions", but they're really "scallions". Frank: Oh, you noticed that too, huh, Joe? (phone rings, receiver picked up) Joe: Homicide. Friday. Umhum. Umhum. Umhum. Umhum. Umhum. Ummhumm. (phone hung up) Frank: (frightened at Joe's expression) What's the matter, Joe? What's the matter, Joe?!? Joe: (in disbelief) They're bringing a guy in on a 4096325-096704! Frank: (in shock) You...you mean...?!? Joe: Yeah. Guy don't believe in scallions! I mean, Santa Claus! DAA-DA-DUM! DAA-DA-DUM! DA--DA-DUM!! Joe: (voiceover) 6:29pm. We questioned the guy who didn't believe in Santa Claus: a guy named "Grudge". (in story) Says here you're name's "Grudge". Is that right? Grudge: Yeah! Joe: You said you didn't believe in Santa Claus? It's hard to believe what you said. Did you really say that? Grudge: Sure I said it! How do you know there's a Santy Claus? You gotta picture of in? Joe: No. No mugshot. Grudge: Any fingerprints? Joe: No. No legal prints. I just know, that's all. It's like saying there isn't an Easter Bunny. Grudge: That's ANOTHER guy there ain't no of! Joe: Umhum. Watch your story, mister! Frank: (panicking) Joe? He just said that to make me feel bad, didn't he? There really _is_ an Easter Bunny, isn't there? Joe? Joe: Listen, Grudge, didn't I pick you up three years ago on a "1492", for not believing in Columbus? Grudge: Yeah! I don't believe in Cleveland or Cincinnati, either! Joe: How about Toledo? Grudge: I...I ain't made up my mind yet about Toledo. Joe: Okay, mister, I get the picture now. You don't believe in NOTHING, do you? Grudge: Nothin'! And you wanna know somethin' else? Joe: What's that? Grudge: I'm gonna get up and I'm gonna walk right outta this room. 'Cause you guys ain't got nothin' on me! There ain't no law against not believing in Santy Claus! Joe: There is in my book! Let me tell you something, mister: I'm gonna PROVE there's a Santa Claus if it takes me all night! Grudge: Heh-heh! Pretty funny! the police department's got nothin' else to do! Joe: Let me straighten you out, buddy: this one's on Frank and me. Right, Frank? Right, Frank?!? Frank: There really _is_ an Easter Bunny, isn't there, Joe? You know, "hippety-hopping down the bunny trail"?!? DUMMMM-DA-DUM-DUM-DUUUUUUUUUUM! Joe: (voiceover) I took Grudge over to the helicopter, got in, flew around the city for hours! DA-DUUMMM! I showed him department stores. (in story) What's hurrying in and out of those department stores, Grudge? Grudge: Happy people! But _I_ ain't impressed! DA-DUUUMMMM!! Joe: (voiceover) I showed him stockings. (in story) How are those stockings hung, Grudge?!? Grudge: By the chimney, with care! But _I_ didn't hang none up! DUM-DA-DUUUUMMMMM!!! Joe: (voiceover) I showed him children, nestled all snug in their beds. (in story) What's dancing in their heads, Grudge?!? Grudge: (sarcastically) Visions of sugar plums! (seriously) But you ain't sellin' me! THERE AIN'T NO SANTY CLAUS!!!! DA-DA-DUM-DA-DUMMMMM!!! Joe: He still didn't believe! There was only one thing left to do! My job: get to the North Pole! DA-DA-DUMMM! Joe: 11:45pm. We arrived at the North Pole. I set the plane down and we walked over the Santa's workshop, rang the bell... (Doorbell: DIIIING-DA-DIIING-DIIIIING [Dragnet theme] Door opens) Joe: Pardon me, sir. Can I ask you a few questions? Brownie: (southern accent) Why, shore! Just tickle me ta de-yath. Joe: What do you do for a living? Brownie: I'm a Brownie! Joe: What are you doing at the North Pole with a southern accent? Brownie: Well, the bo-us sorta ran short on help this ye-ah, so he had to ree-cruit a few of us Brownies from the Sowth Po-el. Joe: Umhum. That figures. Grudge: Heh-heh-heh! Whatta waste of time! Joe: Could we talk to your boss, please? Brownie: Oh, he's out. You _would_ come on the one night the he's out in the whole ye-ah! Joe: Umhum. What's your particular job, Mr. Brownie? Brownie: My bo-us has eight tiny reinde-ah. My job: feed 'um. Joe: Umhum, yessir. What do you feed them? Brownie: Well, most times, I fix up a little plate of relish, olives, pickles, and dem carrot sticks. You know dem little 'ol carrot sticks? Joe: Umhum. Brownie: And scallions. (Joe chimes along) Most folks call 'em "green onions", but they're really "scallions". (alone) How'd you know?!? Joe: Just a stab in the dark! DUM-DA-DUUM! Joe: The little man showed us through the workshop... Brownie: My bo-us'll be back for his second load purty soon. Saaay, y'all like t' here an inerestin' story? Joe: Yessir? Brownie: Well, you see that HE-UGE pile of presents over they-ar? Joe: Umhum. Grudge: MAN! _Look_ at all that stuff!! Brownie: Would you believe it? There all for the same ma-yan. Been piling up he-ya ye-ah after ye-ah! Joe: Why didn't they guy ever get 'em? Grudge: Yeah, why? Brownie: 'Cause he didn't believe in my bo-us! You knoe the ru-els. Joe: Unhum. We know. Grudge: I, uh, don't suppose there's no chance that this...this guy can still.. Brownie: Get the presents? Oh, shore! He get them all, the minute he believes! But I don't suppose he ever wi-yall! Joe: It's too bad about that guy. What's his name? Grudge: Don't say it: I don't wanna hear it! Joe: C'mon, Mr. Brownie! What's his name? Brownie: His name? "Grudge". DUM-DA-DA-DA-DA-DUUUM! Joe: The brownie saw us to the door and wished us a Merry Christmas. We were heading back to the plane. Then it happened. Grudge: HEY! Joe: Yeah, Grudge? Grudge: You know that guy I said I didn't believe in? Joe: Who's that? Grudge: S-S-Santy Claus? Joe: Yessir. Grudge: You think I'm too old to change my mind? Joe: You're _never_ too old, Mr. Grudge. Grudge: Well, then, I...I BELIEVE IN SANTY CLAUS!! AND Columbus! Joe: How about Cleveland, Cincinnati and the Easter Bunny? Grudge: Yeah! Them too! Joe: And Toledo? Grudge: I...I _still_ ain't made up my mind yet about Toledo! (sleigh bells overhead) Joe: Look, Grudge! Up in the sky! He's coming back for his second load! Grudge: (excited) IT'S SANTY CLAUS! IT'S SANTY CLAUS!!!!! Joe: There's the only guy I know who can make every happy in one night! Grudge: Yeah! He must have the biggest heart in the whole world! Joe: That's about the size of it!! DUM-DA-DUUUUM! DUM-DA-DUM-DA-DUUUM!......... Narrator: Upon returning to Los Angeles, Grudge went home and, immediately, hung up his stocking. The next morning, he received all of his back-logged presents. He vowed to Sargent Friday that he'd keep the spirit of Christmas alive inside him forever! The brownie was returned to the South Pole on December 26th, but was asked to return the following Spetember 9th due to a pole-wide brownie strike. Sargent Frank Jones was calmed and was convinced that there was an Easter Bunny. He then went home where he wife fed him green onions...or are they scallions? "Not believing in Santa Claus" is punishable by a term of no less the five nor more then fifty years of not receiving presents. ...DUM-DA-DUUUUUUUMMM! DA---DA---DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMM!! -= christmas =-= 224 =--------------------------------------------------------- Christmas Rapping by The Waitresses Bah, Humbug! Well, that's too strong Because it is my favorite holiday. But all this year's been a busy break Don't think I have the energy. Driving my already-mad rush Just 'cause it's "tis the season". The perfect gift for me would be Completions of the actions Left from last year, ski shop, Encounter most interesting. Had his number but never the time. Most of anyone would pass along those lines. So deck those halls, trim those trees, Raise up cups of Christmas cheer. I just need to catch my breath: Christmas by myself this year. Calendar picture: frozen landscape Chilled this room for twenty-four days. Evergreens, sparkling snow... Get this winter over with!! Flashback to springtime, saw him again. Would've been good to go for lunch. Couldn't agree when we're both free We tried, we said we'd keep in touch. Didn't, of course, 'til summertime. Out to the beach to his bunk. Could I join him? No, this time it was me Sunburned in the third degree. Now the calendar's just one page And, of course, I am excited. Tonight's the night I set my mind up To not do too much about it. Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, but I think I'll miss this one this year. Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, but I think I'll miss this one this year. Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, but I think I'll miss this one this year. Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, but I think I'll miss this one this year. The A & P has provided me With the world's smallest turkey. Already in the oven, nice and hot... Ah, damn! Guess what I forgot?! So on with the boots, back out through the snow To the only all-night grocery, When what to my wandering eyes should appear? No lie, it's that guy I've been chasing all year! "Spendin' this one alone," he said, "This break this year's been crazy." I said, "Me, too. But why are you... You mean _you_ forgot cranberries too?" Then, suddenly, we laughed and laughed Caught on to what was happening. That Christmas magic's brought this tale To a very happy ending! Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Couldn't miss this one this year! Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Couldn't miss this one this year! Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Couldn't miss this one this year! Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Couldn't miss this one this year! Repeat and Fade -= christmas =-= 225 =--------------------------------------------------------- Some Words Of Wisdom from that "Merry 'Ol Philosopher" Eddie Lawrence Hello there, little ones. You say your old man dressed up as Santa Claus and can't get his belly through the fireplace? And you hang up a purple bulb on the tree and three thousand volts go through you? And your brother made an animal cage out of your Erector set and Grandma can't get out? And someone opened a window while you were sorting stamps and all your triangles are flying around the house? And one of your gifts, a strange little shiney box, suddenly takes off and is now circling the Earth at twelve thousand miles an hour? Is that what's troubling you, tiny tots? well, put your head down low and take a walk in the snow with that "devil- may-care" Christmas spirit! For the whole world is singing a happy song, "Merrily You Roll Along"! You'll never give up, never give up, never give up... that sled!!! Hey there, moppets. You say your mischievious cousin Wilbur gave you Moosehead with the "moose" still in it? And you ate so many candy sticks that your tongue is green with read and white stripes on it? And you just can't seem to piece together your life-sized assemble-it- yourself ranch house? And you just got a pine needle right up your cuticle? (OW!) And Aunt Bertie ain't come back from Macy's yet, and it's been wight days now? And your Daddy chops down a pine tree in the forest and brings it in and a big grey eagle flies out and won't leave your bedroom? Is that what's perturbing you, moppets? Well, lift your head up high and take a flop on the ice with that melody ringing in your head and a "heafty doodlely-dee" in your heart! You'll never give up, never give up, never give up... those skates! Hey there, boobies. You say that smouldering Yule log's so wet and sticky, everyone's gasping for breath while trying to look merry? And you Uncle Harold came in as a big jolly bear and your father shot him? And your little doggie swallowed some of them jingle bells and is driving the whole house crazy? And you went sleigh riding in a big blizzard and you can't find your way home and, while you're wandering in the field, you picked up by a big snow shovel and dumped into a truck headed for a ice-cold river? And your little toy grocery store went out of business? Is that what's on your mind, boobies? Well, lift your head up high and take a walk in the slush with that dignity and stick-to-it-ness that you'll show Mars, you'll show Pluto! You'll show 'em where to get off! you'll never give up, never give up, never give up... That 'ol Christmas spirit, no matter who broke your new bicycle. This is the 'ol philosopher saying, "Merry Christmas, cousins, and a hefty doodly-dee!" C'mon, Thunder! C'mon, Blitzen! And a hefty doodly-dee! Santa wants you to keep moving!! -= christmas =-= 226 =--------------------------------------------------------- The Day Before Christmas by the 'Animaniacs' (of Warner Brothers fame) List of characters (for those who don't watch Animaniacs): Slappy: Cranky old lady squirrel Skippy: Slappy's nephew Yakko, Wakko & Dot: Warner Brothers (and Warner sister), unknown species Live in movie lot water tower. Plotz: C.E.O. of Warner Bros. S'N'S: Dr. Scratch'n'sniff, studio psychiatrist Nurse: Hellooooooooo Nurse!, assistant to S'N'S Ralph: Studio lot security guard Mindy: Mischevious little girl Flavio & Marita: Hip Hippos, the Howells of the animal kingdom Rita & Runt: Cat & dog, Rita is good singer, Runt like "Rain Man" Pinky & The Brain: Lab mice, Brain is genius, Pinky's insane Bobby, Squit & Pesto: Goodfeathers, P.W.A. (Pigeons w/attitudes) Slappy: 'Twas the Day Before Christmas, in winter's deep freeze. But, in Burbank, L.A., it was ninety degrees! Now tonight is the night Santa comes to the lot, Bringing presents, for Yakko, Wakko and Dot. The kids were excited; they rushed to prepare. While others looked on with a growing despair. Plotz: These gifts for the Warners, someone has to see to it. They must be delivered. I want _you_ to do it! S'N'S: But _I_ did it _last_ year, or have you forgot: Dose kids drove me bonkies und kissed ma alot! Dey made me stay up singing carols all night, Und den, I got creamed in dat big pillow fight! Nurse: But why bring them presents when Santa will do? Plotz: It's a clause in their contract; if we don't, they can sue! There MUST be a man to deliver this stuff, But where can I find someone STUPID enough? (Outside...) Ralph: Duh, good night, Mr. Costner. Go ahead, pass on by. (To another car) Merry Christmas! Mindy: Okay, I love you, bye-bye! Ralph: Duh, goodnight, Mr. Hippo. Flavio: Good night to you, too. Marita: Come along, Flavio; we've more shopping to do! Runt: I'm hungry! Rita: Be quiet! We don't wanna get caught! There might be some trash cans with food on the lot. Ralph: (To Batmobile) Duh, goodnight, Mr. Keaton. That's a lovely sedan! (Inside office...) Plotz: Get him a Santa suit! Ralph is our man!! (Later...) Yakko: So, 'twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, Dot: Some creatures were stirring, Wakko: including a mouse! (Two mice, dressed as Santa and an elf, enter) Brain: Tonight, my dear Pinky, my plan is unfurled: We'll steal Santa's sleigh and take over the world! Pinky: Brain, you're a genius! You simply astound me! (Sound of a mouse knocked off the tower accidentally) Brain: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Pinky: Narf! Brain's gonna pound me! Dot: Our stockings were hung so our names clearly showed, Wakko: In hopes that 'ol Santa would leave a big load! Yakko: (Blows kiss) Good night, everybody! The children were nestled, all fast in our beds, Wakko: While visions of sugar plums danced in our heads! (CHOMP!) Dee-licious! Yakko: (Yawn) We were all pretty tired as we turned out the light..(click) (click) Forget it! There's NO WAY I'm sleeping tonight! Dot: When, out on the lot, there arose such a rumble, Yakko: We sprang from our beds, Wakko: and we all took a tumble! Yakko: And what with our wandering eyes did we view... (Sounds of Rita and Runt rummaging in a trash can) Dot: But a cat and a dog in the garbage! PEE-YEWW! Yakko: Then, to our surprise, we heard distant banters, Of a miniature sleigh and eight pigeons with antlers. Pesto: I'm dyin' here! Ummph! Squit: This sure ain't no fun! Bobby: The guy in the suit, he must weigh a ton! Dot: With a little old driver, so lively and quick, Wakko: We knew in a moment, it MUST be Saint Nick! Ralph: Duh, now, Bobby! Now, Squit! Now, Pesto and Vixen! On, Comet! On Cupid! On Richard and Nixon! To the top of the tower! C'mon, now, let's fly! Pesto: I just gotta hernia thanks to this guy!! Yakko: So up to the rooftop, Santa was hurled. Brain: As soon as it lands, we'll take over the world!! (Sound of mice squashed by a sleigh and, then, stepped upon by Ralph) Pinky, I am in considerable pain! Pinky: Narf! Zot! Poink! Gak! I'm with you, Brain! Yakko: It was a time of excitement; the moment drew near! Dot: There was no doubt about it: Wakko: Santa WAS HERE! Squit: Your antlers look cute, Pesto. Pesto: All right, that's it!! (Sound of two pigeons with antlers fighting) Bobby: Whoa, Pesto! It's Christmas! Quit whackin' on Squit! Yakko: And, while the pigeons with antlers were have their kicks, Santa fell through the roof like a sack full of bricks! (Sound of Ralph falling as stated above) Dot: He was dressed all in fur with a glaze in his eye 'Cause the fall knocked him silly! Ralph: (knocked silly) Duh, Happy Easter, youse guys! Wakko: His face, how it twinkled! His dimples, how merry! Dot: His cheeks were like roses! Yakko: His gut, that was scary!! Wakko: He spoke not a word but, instead, went right to it. He emptied his bag. Ralph: Duh, dat oughta do it! Yakko: And then, laying his finger inside of his nose (which the dear network censors find totally gross -= christmas =-= 233 =--------------------------------------------------------- From Late Show with David Letterman; Thursday, December 22, 1994 Top Ten Items On The North Pole Police Blotter 10. More shots fired at Santa's house. 9. Elf removed from workshop with vibrating electric football set in his pants. 8. Unlicensed street vendor caught selling reindeer kabobs. 7. Rudolph busted for showing what else he can make glow. 6. Noise ordinances violated by Kathie Lee's singing. 5. Rowdy teens chasing Frosty the Snowman with a hair dryer. 4. Deranged gingerbread man arrested after several hours on street corner shouting "Eat me!" 3. Mrs. Claus nabbed for hooking on 9th Avenue. 2. "Send the jaws of life: the old man's got his fat ass stuck in a chimney again". 1. Elfjacking. [Music: "She's So Cold" by the Rolling Stones] -= christmas =-= 234 =--------------------------------------------------------- From Late Show with David Letterman; Friday, December 23, 1994 Top Ten Movies Playing In Times Square This Xmas Season 10. "I Saw Mommy Nailing Santa Claus" 9. "Three Elves And a Little Lady" 8. "North Poled" 7. "Nude and Nuder" 6. "Won't You Guide My Pants Tonight" 5. "The Little Drummer Boy Becomes a Man" 4. "Mrs. Claus And the U.P.S. Guy" 3. "Not-So-Tiny Tim" 2. "Joycelyn Elders Home Alone" 1. "Jingle This!" -= christmas =-= 235 =--------------------------------------------------------- Microsoft Acquires Christmas by Robert Reiser North Pole (API) - Microsoft announced an agreement with Santa Claus Industries to acquire Christmas at a press conference held via satellite from Santa's summer estate somewhere in the southern hemisphere. In the deal, Microsoft would gain exclusive rights to Christmas, Reindeer, and other unspecified inventions. In addition, Microsoft will gain access to millions of households through the Santa Sleigh. The announcement also included a notice that beginning Jan 1, 1995, Christmas and the Reindeer names would be copyrighted by Microsoft. This unprecedented move was facilitated by the recently acquired MS Court. Microsoft stated its commitment to "all who have made Christmas great," and vowed to "make licensing of the Christmas and Reindeer names available to all." It is believed that the guidelines for licensing these names, due before Halloween, will be very strict. When asked "Why buy Christmas?", Bill Gates replied "Microsoft has been working on a more efficient delivery mechanism for all of our products for some time, but recognized that the Santa Sleigh has some immediate benefits. We'll use it first for the release of Windows95 and Office 95." In a multimedia extravaganza, the attendees were shown a seamingly endless video stream of products that make up the deal. It ended with a green and red version of the Microsoft logo, and a new Christmas 95 trademark, leading into the announcement of the first product from the deal. Vixen, the new Director of Holidays and Celebrations said, "The first step is to assimilate Christmas within the Microsoft Organization. This will take some time, so don't expect any changes this year." She continued, "our big plans are for next year, when we release Christmas 95. It will be bigger and better than last year." She further elaborated that "Windows 95 users who sign up with MS Network will get sneak previews of Christmas[95] as early as November first." Christmas 95 is scheduled for release in December of 1995, though one unnamed source said that it is dangerously close to the end of the year and may slip into the first half of 1996. An economist at Goldman Sachs explained that a slip would be catastrophic to next year's economy and the nation's tax revenue, possibly requiring the IRS to move the deadline for filing income tax returns to three months after Christmas, whenever that was. "But it could be good in the long term," he explained. "With Microsoft controlling Christmas, we may see it move to May or June, which are much slower months for retailers. This may serve to even out the economy over the year." When asked if other holidays are being considered, Mr. Gates explained that "Christmas is the flagship of holidays, so we wanted to start there. Not all holidays are available for sale, and the remaining will have to show a good long-term business," suggesting that holidays with a short history may not be in the plans. Though specific terms of the agreement were withheld, a Santa official confirmed that the deal was "sizable, even for a man of Santa's stature." Some analysts think that Santa has saturated the Holiday market, and is looking for a means to expand his business to year 'round products and services. Others contend that the Jolly Red Man is looking to retire in Redmond. A spokesperson for the most famous Reindeer could not be reached for comment. -= christmas =-= 236 =--------------------------------------------------------- Santa Claus, like all pilots, gets regular visits from the Federal Aviation Administration and it was shortly before Christmas when the FAA examiner arrived. In preparation, Santa had the elves wash the sled and bathe all the reindeer. Santa got his logbook out and made sure all his paperwork was in order. The examiner walked slowly around the sled. He check the reindeer harnesses, the landing gear, and Rudolf's nose. He painstakingly reviewed Santa's weight and balance calculations for sled's enormous payload. Finally, they were ready for the checkride. Santa got in and fastened his seatbelt and shoulder harness and checked the compass. Then the examiner hopped in carrying, to Santa's surprise, a shotgun. "What's that for?" asked Santa incredulously. The examiner winked and said, "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but you're gonna lose an engine on takeoff." -= christmas =-= 236 =--------------------------------------------------------- From the Columbus Dispatch (Columbus, Ohio, USA), March 15, 1995: Local Muslims have just finished their holiest month, Ramadan. One writer in a local Muslim publication came up with more reasons than one might expect to love the holiday. Here are the top "Reasons Why Ramadan Is Better Than Christmas": Thirty days are better than one. Ramadan hype doesn't start a month in advance. No canned Ramadan music all over town to deal with. No capitalist corporations take advantage of our holiday by offering Ramadan sales. People don't drink eggnog during Ramadan. People don't cheerfully murder millions of innocent trees every Ramadan. First, and most important, you don't have to go on a diet after Ramadan! (during Ramadan Muslims fast from sunrise to sunset) ================================================================================ == EASTER ====================================================================== -= easter =-= 1 =------------------------------------------------------------ As an ultimate test of his will power, a man decided to give up sex for Lent. Although not thrilled with the idea, his wife agreed to support him in this effort. The first few weeks weren't too difficult. Things got tougher during the next couple of weeks, so the wife wore her dowdiest night clothes and chewed on garlic before going to bed. The last couple of weeks were extremely tough on the husband, so the wife took to locking the bedroom door and forcing the husband to sleep on the couch. Easter morning finally came. A knock came on the wife's bedroom door. "Knock!!! Knock!!! Knock!!!" Husband: "Guess who?" Wife: "I know who it is!" Husband: "Guess what I want?" Wife: "I know what you want!" Husband: "Guess what I'm knockin' with?" -= easter =-= 2 =------------------------------------------------------------ What does the Easter Bunny get for making baskets. 2 or 3 points like everyone else. -= easter =-= 3 =------------------------------------------------------------ When a street procession re-enacting the crucifixion (Easter, 1984) was halted by traffic in west London, a group of local youths surrounded the actor playing Jesus, cut loose his ropes, told him to run for it and said that they would cover his getaway. -= easter =-= 4 =------------------------------------------------------------ Roses are reddish, Violets are bluish. If it wasn't for Easter, We'd all be Jewish. -= easter =-= 5 =------------------------------------------------------------ Three people walk up the St. Peter, hoping to enter heaven, but he has a little test for them first. He asks the first man why we celebrate Easter, and the man says, "Oh, that's the day when we get really dressed up in fun costumes and go trick or treating right?" St. Peter is disgusted and he sends the man to hell. The second man comes to the gate and St. Peter asks him the same question, and this man says, "Oh, this is when we eat turkey and celebrate all of the things that we are thankful for right?" Peter couldn't beleive it, he sent the second man to hell and called the third man up. He again asked the man why Easter is so important, and why we celebrate it, and this man says, "Oh, that is easy. Jesus came to the earth and he was crucified, and buried in a cave..." St. Peter sighed because his faith in man was restored, but then he heard the man say... "and then Jesus rose up and exited the cave...and if he sees his shadow we get another three months of winter, right?" ================================================================================ == HALLOWEEN =================================================================== -= halloween =-= 1 =--------------------------------------------------------- Abducted Bat Is Back, But Mystery Lingers By Stephen Hunt, Salt Lake Tribune Last year, shortly after Kris and Tyler Walton noticed an inflatable black Halloween bat was missing from their porch, the Salt Lake couple began receiving postcards from around the world signed by "Matt the Bat." The cards, usually indicating Matt was "having a good time," were postmarked from New York, Florida, Mexico, Hawaii and Paris. Mrs. Walton initially thought she was receiving the postcards by mistake. But after reading a few of them carefully, she decided they must be linked to her missing inflatable bat. Some postcards promised Matt would return in time for Halloween. Sunday night it happened, with Matt returning as mysteriously as he disappeared. He was delivered at 11:30 P. M. by a neighbor claiming three people she met on the street asked her to deliver the package. The Waltons are still puzzling over that. But a dozen photos in the package with Matt left no doubt the intrepid bat had been seeing the world. The snapshots show Matt relaxing on a sandy beach, snorkeling in the ocean, cooling off in a Virgin Islands hotel swimming pool and hanging out in frong of a Honolulu police station. Though various pepole appear in the photos with Matt, there is no one the Waltons recognize. "We're baffled," Mrs. Walton said. -= halloween =-= 2 =--------------------------------------------------------- What kind of protozoa likes Halloween? An amoeboo! -= halloween =-= 3 =--------------------------------------------------------- How do vampires get around on Halloween night? By blood vessels. -= halloween =-= 4 =--------------------------------------------------------- What do people from West Virginia (or wherever) do for halloween? Pump kin. -= halloween =-= 5 =--------------------------------------------------------- Why do ghouls and demons hang out together? Because demons are a ghoul's best friend! -= halloween =-= 6 =--------------------------------------------------------- Did you hear what happened to the guy who couldn't keep up payments to his exorcist? He was repossessed. -= halloween =-= 7 =--------------------------------------------------------- 10 Things That Sound Dirty On Halloween, But Aren't 1. So...What did you get in the sack? 2. Once you get under the sheet, start moaning and groaning! 3. Just hop on that broomstick and ride it! 4. Those small suckers are gone in a few licks. 5. I got the best piece from that house. 6. Quit screwing around on the porch! 7. Stick your hand in and guess what you're feeling. 8. It was so filled and heavy, I had to use two hands. 9. They'll suck you dry if they get their teeth in you. 10. I bobbed but couldn't get my mouth around it. -= halloween =-= 8 =--------------------------------------------------------- From Late Show with David Letterman - October 31, 1994 10 Signs You're At A Bad Halloween Party 10. Jack-o-lantern looks suspiciously like the neighborhood mailman's head. 9. A guy from Domino's delivers a pizza, and wins Best Costume. 8. Shirtless Ed Asner walking around as "The Wolfman". 7. You see the guy dressed as President Clinton coming out of the bedroom with your wife. 6. They're serving haunted pancakes. 5. So-called ghost is just the old guy from the 1-800-collect commercials. 4. You say "nice crazy dwarf costume" to a guy and he says, "I'm Ross Perot, you bastard!" 3. It's your first Halloween party in prison, and you're the door prize. 2. A woman dressed as Lorena Bobbitt mistakes you for a guy dressed as John Bobbitt. 1. Hey Chester, those ain't candy corn! -= halloween =-= 9 =--------------------------------------------------------- Politically Correct Halloween Political correctness is taking its toll on Halloween. Consider some old Halloween activities, for example: Witch burning: Just singe one around the edges today and the ERA types will be on you like stink on shit. What 30 centuries of white male authors used to call witches, are today respected as complexion-impaired, wardrobe-challenged wom... uh, womyn. Window waxing: These days you'll only set off the light-, noise-, motion-, and aroma-sensitive burglar alarm, and quickly exit in cuffs and revolving lights, if you're lucky enough not to leave prime filet of leg with the neighborhood rottweiler. Trick-or-treating: This obviously would be prosecuted as a violation of federal RICO [racketeering] statutes, except that most of the perpetrators are juveniles, and thus have the civil right to thumb their noses at the law and be back on the street before the candy runs out. And then there are the treats themselves: Candy should be dispensed only with balancing doses of Ritalin, soft-bristle toothbrushes and an effective (but fluoride-free) dentifrice. Apples should be organic, Alar-free, union-packed, washed in genuine American Zephyrhills water, and X-rayed before being handed out. Any worms should be housed, fed, read their rights, then returned to their native soil, or, if they so choose, given refugee status in yours. Certain traditional Halloween games are not politically correct: That icky old "autopsy" game in which you blindfold little kids and tell them a plate of spaghetti is guts and a bowl of peeled grapes is eyeballs will cost you your homeowners insurance because of the choking hazard, and due to the risk of suits for emotional damage. Pin the tail on the donkey, with a real pin? Uh uh, cruelty to animals or their depictions is a no-no. Bobbing for apples is permitted, as long as there's an equal (and not separate) opportunity to jane for them, too. Jill-o'-lanterns are encouraged, after 1997 they will be mandatory. And, finally, costumes: Ghosts are out of date. Casper is clearly a dead, white male, probably European, and full of hot air to boot. Fairy princess costumes might offend both gays and feminists. Frankenstein monster costumes will offend transplant recipients, not to mention employment-producing neck-bolt manufacturers. Dracula outfits will bring stern warning letters from the Transylvanian consulate. Those neat masks with jaws rotted away, eyes bulging on distended optic stalks and massive, oozing wounds will get you in trouble with lawyers who specialize in representing accident victims on contingency bases. Which is to say, all of them. Disney costumes. Sleepy and Dopey will anger the vertically-impaired, Cinderella the adoption agencies, and Aladdin the Arab-American lobby. Uncle Remus? You might as well wear your robe and pointy hat. A cowperson? Perhaps, but don't pack a gun. And don't even think about punching a cow. So there you are. The scariest thing about Halloween these days is that you're not allowed to offend or scare anyone. And if someone scares you, you can't scream. In some communities, any auditory emissions over 75 decibels is a zoning violation punishable by a fine and/or jail term. Whether you can react instead with a sullen but non-denominational moment of silence will be considered later this term by the Supreme Court. Until then, do so at your own risk. -= halloween =-= 10 =--------------------------------------------------------- An old lady opens the door Halloween night to find a little boy dressed up as a pirate. "Oh, aren't you the cutest little Pirate?! And where are your Buccaneers?" "There under my Buckin' hat, lady." -= halloween =-= 11 =--------------------------------------------------------- Found in an OSU newsgroup. (Read: Columbus, Ohio, USA) [ Article crossposted from osu.opinion ] [ Author was Stefan N Marsh (snmarsh@magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu) ] [ Posted on 24 Oct 1994 20:09:39 GMT ] I would argue that in spite of their Halloween spirit, the Burger King restaurant on Main Street just west of Bexley really dropped the ball. The sign outside reads: "Welcome to Boo-ger King." Needless to say, this is not an attractive prospect for potential customers! -= halloween =-= 12 =--------------------------------------------------------- Devil's Night - Who Needs It? By John Hughes (Yes, the Director of "Home ALone, Pretty in Pink, etc.) Originally published in National Lampoon, October 1980 As a homeowner, I certainly don't. I have windows with screens that might be waxed and spray-painted and slit. I leave my car out. My garbage cans are always filled to the brim and my children require separate jack o'lanterns, which means twice the the mess to hose off the driveway in the morning. No, I don't think society needs Halloween vandalism. We need youth clubs and riot police. We need stun guns and great big four-wheel-drive Jeep paddy wagons to cruise the streets for kids with suspicious-looking kit bags containing paint cans, pliers, tin snips, road flares, eggs, rocks, kitchen matches, fire works, lighter fluid, tampons, parafin,sugar, and rotting fish in sandwich bags. I participated in this sort of when I was a kid, but back then it was good old-fashioned fun and no one I ever went soaping windows with ever humiliated a front yard with a giant economy pack of White Cloud. We scared the heck out of widows with our rubber masks and big plastic teeth, but they knew it was Halloween and I'd be willing to bet my paycheck that not more than one of them ever required medical attention as a result of my shenanigans. That's a good word, shenanigans, because that's what is was. Today, kids aren't interested in shenanigans. Shenanigans aren't any fun. Ringing doorbells is shenanigans. Pouring Mountain Dew in my gas tank is pyschosickness. Where does one draw the line? Was my slingshotting dog nuggets at fellow trick or treaters different from kids tearing up my automatic sprinkler system and hauling it out in the road? Was my heaving a condom filled with egg yolk at a passing car different from today's young men hurling burning road flares onto my garage roof? You bet, and for the simple reason that in 1980, the shoes' on the other foot. I got chased around by plenty of angry old grouches, and if I knew their phone numbers, I'd call them up and apologize for running the garden hose through their mail chutes. And just as I risked having to work weekends to earn money to pay for sidewalks that I poured enamel paint on, the youth of today will have to risk coming out of the record store to see a 1979 silver Chevy Caprice with a Reagan bumper sticker driving over several thousand dollars' worth of imported racing bikes. The Homemade Dummy 1960: I made a dummy by sewing together an old pair of blue jeans, a long- sleeved flannel shirt, and beat-up tennis shoes. Then I stuffed the thing with crumpled-up newspaper and heaved it out of the bathroom window on the second story of our house, yelling, "Suicide!" The perfect prank, until the fire department arrived to treat the elderly man a cross the street. 1961: I stole a bike with training wheels from the people across the street and attached the dummy to the seat with nails and glue. I taped the arms to the handlebars with friction tape and wired the legs to the pedals. Then I whipped the bike down the driveway and right in front of a passing car. Hilarious, until a cop dragged me out of the clump of dew bushes I was watching from and gave me a Dutch rub and a kick in the butt. 1962: I laid the dummy with a pumpkin head in the gutter and when a car came around the corner I screamed, "Look out!" The driver was unable to stop until she had run over the pumpkin, which made a horrible crunchy sound. Great fun, except for having to face my dad in his bathrobe at the police station and having to explain to him that lots of guys' dads have to go to police stations in their pajamas. 1963: I laid the dummy on a porch and stuck one of my mom's steak knives in its back and doused it catsup. I rang the doorbell and dove into the bushes. After the woman stopped shrieking, I moaned in my "Shock Theater" voice, "You're next!" And it was just a riot, till when the Detroit police went to my dad's office and arrested him after analyzing the dummy at the crime lab and tracing the laundry marks in the old shirt to him. Memories Of Baby-Sitters Except maybe for golf courses, there wasn't any thing more fun for me than a baby-sitter. She'd be all alone in a big strange house with young children, and she knew she was just about completely helpless. On Halloween, most baby-sitters were nervous wrecks. There was I nothing but scary stuff on TV, the doorbell was ringing constantly and her years at summer camp taught her that most mental patients escape right around Halloween. My favorite victims were my sister's high school girl friends. Not only were they gullible, but they screamed louder than cats afire. I recall a particularly successful assault on Halloween, 1964. 8:15 PM: I called Karen at the Rivards' and, disguising my voice, told her that I was an insane lunatic with metal feet and a deadly saw I stole from a carpenter I killed and I was going to kill here before the night was done. 8:30 PM: I crushed a pair of Vernor's ginger-ale cans and tied them to my feet with my shoelaces and clomped around on the Rivards' porch and moaned, "I want blood!" 8:35 PM: I dropped a handsaw I stole from our neighbor's garage through the Rivards' mail slot and taped the doorbell down. 8:40 PM: I rushed home and ran upstairs and called the Rivards' and told Karen, in my most adult voice, that was the cops and that we'd gotten a report that the lunatic with the metal feet was in the basement of the house and was on his way up to kill her and that she should run out on the lawn and take off her blouse so we, the police, would know it was her and not the lunatic's insane girl- friend accomplice. 8:42 PM: I dashed out of our house and down to the Rivards', where Karen was standing in the front yard struggling with her blouse buttons and screaming at the top of her lungs. I whipped an egg at her, which caught her in the shoulder, and I took off. 3 :30 PM the following day: Karen's boyfriend, Chet, wrote the word "Asswipe" on my forehead with a permanent-ink laundry marker and tore the light off my bike. Fun On The Hall Phone After I had gotten home from a long evening of Halloween hooliganism, I'd fix myself some thing good to eat and sit down at the telephone table in the downstairs hallway. First thing I would do was dial the operator and tell her that a phone line was down in my backyard and was spraying dangerous electrical sparks all over. Then I'd call up information and ask for the number of a Mr. Harry Dick. Then I'd call up our local youth trouble line and ask where I could get a whore. I would then unscrew the mouthpiece on the phone and dial a number at random. When someone answered I'd tell them that I was with the coroner's office and that there had been a death. When the other party asked who had died, I would jiggle the mouthpiece so that it crackled and I'd say, "Hello? Hello? I can't hear you! Hello?" Then I'd hang up and order a dozen pizzas and half a dozen Italian beef sandwiches for the "A's" in the phone book. After that, I'd ring up the fire department and tell them that I couldn't wake my parents and that the house smelled funny and that I felt like throwing up. Then I'd gag and hang up. If I wasn't ready for bed after all that, I'd call up a girl in my class, and if her dad answered, I'd tell him that she left her underpants in my garage. If I was still in the mood for fun, I'd call our minister and cut the cheese. Finally, I would look in our newspaper obituaries and get the name of someone in town who'd died and then look up his phone number. I'd place a collect call to his house, saying I was him. Then I'd leave a big booger on the mouthpiece of the phone and go to bed. If, however, I was sleeping over at friend's house, I'd dial long-distance weather and leave the phone off the hook all night. -= halloween =-= 13 =--------------------------------------------------------- So these 3 vampires walk into a bar. The waitress comes up to them and asks them what they'll have. The first vampire says, (Transylvanian accent inferred) "I'll have a glass of O Positive." The second vampire says, "I'll have a glass of AB Negative." The third vampire says, "I'm the designated driver. I'll just have a glass of plasma." The waitress turns toward the bartender and yells, "Gimme two bloods and one blood lite!" -= halloween =-= 14 =--------------------------------------------------------- These two vampires walk into a bar. The waitress comes up to them and asks them what they'll have. The first vampire says (Transylvanian accent inferred), "I'll have a glass of fresh virgin blood." The second vampire says, "I'll have a glass of boiled water." So the first vampire asks the second one what he likes about plain water and the second vampire replies, "I just found a used tampon, so I'll make meself a cup of tea." -= halloween =-= 15 =--------------------------------------------------------- There was a costume party at a mental hospital; the theme of the party was war. The first person comes up onto the stage and says, "I'm an atomic bomb." He gets his applause and steps down. The second person comes up and says, "I'm a hydrogen bomb." Again, there's applause and he steps down. And then a naked little man comes up to the stage and says, "I'm dynamite." Everybody runs away hysterically. When one of them is asked why, he says, "Didn't you see how small his fuse was?" ================================================================================ == THANKSGIVING ================================================================ -= thanksgiving =-= 1 =------------------------------------------------------ The day before Thanksgiving this little boy heard his mom and dad fighting. The husband said to his wife, "You stupid bitch, you have floppy tits." She wasn't about to be outdone and said, "Well you have a crooked dick, you bastard." Well, the little boy heard every word they said. After they got done fighting, he went up to the mom and asked her what bitches and bastards were. She told him that they were people. Then he asked what crooked dicks and floppy tits were. She told him that they were coats and hats. The little boy accepted both answers and went on his way. The next day, they were getting ready for a huge feast with friends and family. The little boy went up stairs where his dad was shaving. The dad cut himself and said, "Shit!" Well once again, the boy started asking questions and asked what 'shit' was. The father told him that it was "shaving cream". The boy accepted this answer and went downstairs were his mom was stuffing a turkey. When the mom cut herself with a knife, she said, "Fuck!" The boy once again asked what 'fuck' was. She told him that it was "stuffing". About that time, the door bell rang. When the little boy went to answer the door, it was his grandparents. Upon opening the door, the little boy said: "Hi bitches and bastards. Let me take your crooked dicks and floppy tits for you. Dad's upstairs putting shit on his face and mom's in the kitchen fucking the turkey." -= thanksgiving =-= 2 =------------------------------------------------------ This is a selection from a book called "Then Some Other Things Happened", a collection of short pieces about history written by eighth graders and compiled by Bill Lawrence, a teacher and columnist. Pilgram Interrupters The Pilgrams were a bunch of English wonderers who wanted to worship as they wanted to. They escaped the Church of England and came over here because they heard that American churches were different. The May Flower was the ship with which they came in. It didn't have a bathroom on board so there was quite an oder. Priscillia Mullins was the captain. First the Pilgrams had gone to Holland but left when their children started developing customs there. After a stopover at Williamsbug when a large storm blew them off course they landed on a big, slimey rock in Massatusetts. They spent the winter there. Before they got off the ship even they drew up an agreement for the people of Plymouth to agree on the voting for governors and congressmen. They kept this hid in the May Flower Compact. Lord Delaware was elected the first governor of Plymouth Rock. A friendly Indian named Rhone Oak showed the Pilgrams how to plant corn by putting it in the ground. Rhone Oak had been the first Indian to come to America and always wanted a beer. He traveled around with Miles Standy and translated language. He knew enough English to interrupt. Another interrupter for the white man was Squanto, who was called that because he was so short. Squanto drew up a declaration to give the settlers freedom of government in the new land. The Pilgrams gave the Indians thanks for all this and that's what started Thanksgiving. The Pilgrams then appointed Thanksgiving as a national holiday. Abraham Lincoln later pronounced it and gave it to them and it soon became a national holiday all around the world. These people always wore old shoes with a big buckel on the top of them. The men wore pants that only came a little ways past the knees and the girls wore funny bonnets. But if these people wouldn't had of come to America the United States wouldn't be like it is today. -= thanksgiving =-= 3 =------------------------------------------------------ Ways To Make Thanksgiving More Fun - 11/18/94 6. Stuff the turkey with nitrous oxide. 5. Bring home one of those inflatable balloons from the Macy's Parade and introduce it as your date for the evening. 4. While President Clinton watches the football game on TV, fire a few practice shots at his front window. 3. Run around the dinner table shouting, "O.J. killed this turkey!". 2. Invite Howard Stern over to fondle your turkey breasts. 1. Pour a can of cranberries down your pants. -= thanksgiving =-= 4 =------------------------------------------------------ I celebrated Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way. I invited everyone in my neighbourhood to my house, we had an enormous feast, and then I killed them and took their land. - Jon Stewart, on The Jon Stewart Show -= thanksgiving =-= 5 =------------------------------------------------------ According to a Thanksgiving press release from the Butterball company, the highlight of calls to the company's emergency hotline occurred in 1993 when a woman reported that her pet Chihuahua had jumped into the cavity of the family's turkey and was stuck. ================================================================================ == VALENTINE'S DAY ============================================================= -= valentine's day =-= 1 =--------------------------------------------------- Ways To Say "I Love You" Translation in (...), pronunciation tips in [...], other notes in [...] Afrikaans Ek is lief vir jou Ek het jou liefe Ek hou van U [jou can be used, but U is more personal] Ek sekondeer dit Albanian Te je zemra ime Te dua Te dashuroj American Sign Language [Point to yourself "I"; then cross your arms, with hands closed, just under your collarbones "love"; then point to the other person "you"> Amharic Afekrishalehou Wudshalo Arabic Ana Behibak [female to a male] Bahibak [nonstandard, female to male] Ana Behibek [male to a female] Bahibek [nonstandard, male to female] Ahebich [male to female] Ahebik [female to male] Ooheboki [formal Arabic, male to female] Ooheboka [formal Arabic, female to male] Ib'n hebbak Nhebuk Ohibokoma [male or female to two males or females] Nohiboke [more than one male or female to female] Benhibak [nonstandard, more than one male or female to male] Nohiboka [male to male or female to male] Nohibokoma [male to male or female to two males or females] Nohibokom [male to male or female to more than two males] Nohibokon [male to male or female to more than two females] Benhibik [nonstandard, male to male or female to female] Benhibkom [nonstandard, male to male or female to more than one male] Basque Nere maitea Berber Lakh tirikh Bolivian Qanta munani [Quechua Mayan indians] Braille :..:| ..:| |..-.. .::":.., :.:; Brazilian Eu te amo Bulgarian Obicham te As te obeicham As te obicham Burmese Chit pa de Cambodian kh_nhaum soro_lahn nhee_ah Bon sro lanh oon Canadian I love you, eh? Sh'teme [French Canadian] Je t'aime [French Canadian] (I like you) Je t'adore [French Canadian] (I love you) Catalan T'estim [Mallorcan] T'estime [Valencian] T'estimo [Catalonian] T'estim molt (I love you a lot) Chamoru Hu guaiya hao Chichewa Ndimakukonda Chickasaw Chiholloli [first 'i' nasalized] Chinese Wuo i nee [Mandarin] Ngo oi ney [Cantonese] Moi oiy neya [Cantonese] Wa ai lu [Hokkien] Corsican Ti tengu cara [male to female] Ti tengu caru [female to male] Croatian Ja te volim [informal, used in proper speech] Volim te [informal, used in common speech] Ja vas volim [formal, used in proper speech] Volim vas [formal, used in common speech] Ljubim te [currently means "I kiss you"; 'lj' pronounced like 'll' in Spanish, one sound, 'ly'ish] Ljubim te Te ljubam (I really love you) Pozdrav (Greetings) Maiese Wa wa Malaysian Sayah chantikan awah Saya cinta kamu Saya cintamu Saya sayangmu Saya sayangkan mu Aku sayang enkow Aku sayang enkow Aku sayang padamu Aku cinta padamu Engkaulah permata hatiku Maori Taku Whaia Ipo [New Zealand] Mohawk Konoronhkwa Moroccan Kanbhik [both entries heremean the same, but are] Kanhebek spoken in different cities] Navaho Ayor anosh'ni Ndebele Niyakutanda [Zimbabwe] Norwegian Jeg elsker deg [Bokmaal] Eg elskar deg [Nynorsk] Jeg elsker deg [Riksmaal] Op Op lopveop yopuop Orangutan Ooook!!! Osetian Aez dae warzyn Pakistani Muje se mu habbat hai Mein tum se pyar karti hoon Persian Tora dust midaram [Farsi] Asheghetam [Farsi] Doostat daram [Farsi] Mahn doostaht doh-rahm [Farsi] Man ashe ghetam [Farsi] Philippine Mahal kita Iniibig kita Sinisinta kita Iniirog kita Ginahigugma ko ikaw [Ilonggo] Namumutan ta ka [Bicol] Gihigugma ko ikaw [Cebuano] Ay ayating ka [Ilocano] Mahal kita [Tagalog] Pig Latin Ie ovele ouye Polish Kocham cie Kocham ciebie Yacha kocham Portuguese Eu amo te Amo te Gosto de ti, porra [Alentejano] Quenya Tye-mela'ne [Elf language by J. R. R. Tolkien] Romanian Te iu besc Te ador Russian Ya lyublyu tebya Ya tyebya lyublyu [best] Ya vas lyublyu
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