The Dinosaurs least favorite reindeer
Of all the ones they’ve met,
Isn’t that show off Red Nosed
Rudolf
The Dinosaurs least favorite reindeer
Of all the ones they’ve met,
Isn’t that show off Red Nosed
Rudolf
Despite the general awfulness of the Christmas song there are however always exceptions to the rule and I have a short list of personal favorites.
Without
exception all my choices not only include the song but the best performer of
that song and so in no particular order here is my second selection.
“The
Christmas Song” written by Torme and Wells and sung by Nat King Cole
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
Everybody knows a turkey and some
Mistletoe helps to make the season bright
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight
They know that Santa’s on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies
On his sleigh
And every mother's
Child is gonna spy to see if
Reindeer really know how to fly
And so, I'm offering this
Simple phrase to kids from
One to ninety-two
Altho' it's been said many times
Many ways
“Merry Christmas to you”
Father Jonathan Keene (David Wall) is a cold, embittered Catholic Priest who arrives in a tiny Cape Cod fishing village the week before Christmas.
His reason for being there was simple, to do what
he has become uncommonly successful at, shutting down parishes with diminishing
congregations.
However, things don’t go to plan when he becomes
entangled in the lives of various eccentric village characters, including their
beautiful librarian (Kerry Wall), and the naïve and childlike priest (Sean
Patrick Brennan) he is displacing.
And things take an unexpected turn after the
magical experience at the legendary Christmas Party Mrs. Worthington (Jean
Bates) throws every year, where everyone is welcome, and anything is possible.
Ultimately Father Keene learns the power of
forgiveness and redemption.
Since the 1950s Santa Claus has, once the Christmas rush is over of course, happily sojourned at Napapiiri, near Rovaniemi in the Arctic Circle.
While
there he has always been more than happy to meet children and the young at heart.
His
visits to Napapiiri had become such a regular occurrence that in 1985 he
established his own Santa Claus Office there.
He
is available almost every day of the year to hear the children’s requests and
to talk to children who have arrived from around the world.
A
Village is now well established, and it is now the location of Santa's main
Post Office, which receives Christmas letters from children in every corner of
the world.
Christmas has inevitably become the time of year when every man and his dog decides to release a Christmas song.
Most of which would be instantly forgettable if it
were not for the operators of supermarkets, department stores, shopping centers
and hotels.
The insidious recordings of the Christmas wannaby’s
are on a spooled tape which is played discriminately on shop floors,
concourses, hotel lobbies and elevators inflicting customers and staff alike
with the tortuous tones from October onwards.
Icicles hang from the gutters
All
on the landscape is still
Ice
crystals pattern the glass
Snow
stands deep on the sill
Curtains
drawn against the dark
As
a fire roars in the hearth
While
my darling lays in my arms
And
love burns hot in my heart
A good friend of mine
Does
his Christmas shopping
In
less than two hours
With
decs for party popping
And
Gifts for twenty-five
Friends
and family
All
on Christmas Eve
Including
a six-foot tree