I don’t understand marketing at all
When
opportunities seem myriad
Like a
sanitary products campaign
Specifically,
for the Christmas period
I don’t understand marketing at all
When
opportunities seem myriad
Like a
sanitary products campaign
Specifically,
for the Christmas period
Sixteen year old Gwen Davies (Siân MacLean) adores the horses she and her grandfather have raised on the beautiful Welsh Mountains. However, when her grandfather dies without naming her as heir the farm passes to her uncle Alan (Daniel J. Travanti) who left Wales many years earlier and made a home in America and now must either sell the farm to a greedy land developer, or allow Gwen to keep the farm, opening the wounds of his tragic past in the process.
Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the tent
The creatures were stirring with malicious intent
They
wriggled and crawled they chewed and they bit
As they
made themselves a festive feast of it
Are you wearing Christmas drawers?
I would
like a look at yours
I bet a
pound to a penny
You’re not
wearing any
There we
have it at last
You are as
I thought bare arsed
Of course
it makes you look loose
Even if you
have an excuse
Well that
really is shocking
You’re
supposed to hang a stocking
Grade
school student Olivia Mead (Izabela Vidovic) believes that the Christmas wishes
read out in class by her classmates are beginning to come true.
She and her
friend Lucas Conroy (Tyler Humphrey) believe it's the long-abandoned house next
door to hers which she believes houses an angel that grants the wishes, as long
as the wish is made while throwing a rock at it, but then Olivia meets a
reclusive old woman living inside, Elsie Waybright (Della Reese), and together
they begin reviewing the wishes left at the gate in a “wish box” placed there
to stop people from damaging the property any further.
Olivia
makes a wish for a new husband for her single mom (Teri Polo), and the landlord
of the abandoned house (Kevin Sorbo) comes into their lives, but Olivia would
rather her mom had the new substitute teacher (Rob Boltin) but she just had to
let the Angel do her work.
Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the flat,
Not a creature was stirring not even the cat
The mince
pies had been eaten every one and all
And the dog
had thrown up on the carpet in the hall