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I think that I shall never be,
Sold on an artificial tree.
A Christmas tree was plastic limbs
Just doesn't stir me up to hymns;
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at 2008-12-09 |
Rating: 3.67
Votes: 3 |
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(Sung to the tune of "Winter Wonderland")
Doorbell rings, I'm not list'nin',
From my mouth, drool is glist'nin',
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at 2008-12-05 |
Rating: 3.60
Votes: 5 |
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Last night I found my swetheart Flo,
Posed neath a spray of misletoe.
"How come", said I, "when Christmas Day
Is still a good long week away?"
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at 2008-10-27 |
Rating: 3.00
Votes: 5 |
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When Christmas comes already yet,
Mit presents large and sweet.
The tings I like in mein stockings best,
By jiminiy are my feet!
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at 2008-10-27 |
Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste
At the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
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at 2008-10-02 |
Rating: 4.14
Votes: 14 |
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'Twas the night before Xmas and all through the casa,
not a creature was stirring, Caramba! Que pasa?
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at 2008-10-02 |
Rating: 4.65
Votes: 17 |
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Net,
There were hacker's a surfing. Nerds? Yeah, you bet.
The e-mails were stacked by the modem with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
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at 2008-09-24 |
Rating: 3.50
Votes: 2 |
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On the twelfth day of Christmas my human gave to me:
Twelve bags of catnip!
Eleven tarter Pounce treats,
Ten ornaments hanging,
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at 2008-09-24 |
Rating: 2.00
Votes: 1 |
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Wuz de nite befo Crimmus;
An' all ower de hood;
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by Chad Rohlfsen
at 2008-08-18 |
Rating: 4.12
Votes: 8 |
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Wuz de night befo' Chrisma, wit de moon big lak jumbo,
Us Cajun was stirrin' a big pot o' gumbo.
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at 2008-08-18 |
Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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If you see a fat man
who's jolly and cute
Wearing a beard
and a red flannel suit
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at 2008-08-05 |
Rating: 3.33
Votes: 3 |
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I wonder what Christmas will be,
No merriment, good cheer or glee,
Now that Santa's arrested,
Because someone protested,
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at 2008-08-05 |
Rating: 2.00
Votes: 1 |
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Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste.
All the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
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at 2008-06-10 |
Rating: 4.25
Votes: 4 |
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'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
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by Walter Schumacher
at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 4.83
Votes: 6 |
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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shack,
not a thing was a movin', from the front to the back,
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at 2008-04-17 |
Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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Twas the night before Christmas, when all thru the abode
Only one creature was stirring, she was cleaning the commode.
The children were finally sleeping, all snug in their beds,
while visions of Nintendo 64 & Barbie flipped through their heads.
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at 2008-04-17 |
Rating: 4.18
Votes: 11 |
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except Papa's mouse.
The computer was humming, the icons were hopping,
As Papa did last minute Internet shopping.
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by Bob Laurie
at 2008-04-17 |
Rating: 3.50
Votes: 2 |
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Downtown they’ve put up Christmas lights,
And decked the streets with tinsel bright.
The windows of each store you see
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at 2008-04-17 |
Rating: 4.20
Votes: 5 |
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Snowflakes softly falling
Upon your window play,
Your blankets snug around you,
into sleep you drift away.
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at 2008-04-17 |
Rating: 5.00
Votes: 5 |
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