Rudolph
got an F in his exam
Which was a mystery
But after his paper was remarked
He went down in History
Rudolph
got an F in his exam
Which was a mystery
But after his paper was remarked
He went down in History
Santa
Claus (Tim Allen) had
problems, it was only a few days before Christmas and production was lagging,
Mrs. Claus (Elizabeth Mitchell) was
about to give birth to their first child and wanted family time, and the
Counsel of Legendary Figures had called an emergency meeting to discuss Jack
Frost
(Martin Short) and at the end of the meeting he is left with Santa, on probation and under his supervision.
To
appease his wife, he flew her parents (Alan Arkin and Ann-Margret) up to the North Pole but had to pretend to
them that they were in Canada.
He
also brings his ex-wife Laura (Wendy Crewson), her husband Neil (Judge Reinhold), and their daughter Lucy (Liliana Mumy) to
surround his wife with family.
But
while Santa is busy with the family Jack makes mischief inside the toy factory
and hatches a plan to become Santa and with Santa juggling so many things, he
manages to trick him into invoking the little-known Escape Clause and wish he'd
never become Santa.
In
Rome a monk living about 530 AD
A mathematician and an
astronomer
Was
given the task of calculating
And reforming the Christian
calendar
In
essence to pinpoint with all precision
The date of Jesus Christ’s
birth exactly
A
miscalculation was discovered later
He was four years out
unfortunately
Christ
was born on January the sixth
According to the scholarly
Egyptians
The
date of Christ’s death was thought
More important to the early
Christians
Rome
selected Christ’s birth date to be
On the twenty fifth day of
December
To
coincide with the old pagan festivals
Like that of Mithras and
Saturnalia
The
sixth of January is Christmas day
For the apostolic church from
Armenia
But
its the following day that’s Special
For the Orthodox Church of
Russia
Christmas isn’t just about presents
I have a far deeper meaning in mind
Christmas marks the birth
Of the saviour of all mankind
A famous Christmas Story
Contains
a well-known character
Who
died eating Macaroni
He’s
the Ghost of Christmas pasta
I
sit in my car on a December day
In
the evening rush hour on a Friday
Rain
pounds on the roof of my car
As
I sit in a jam not getting very far
Just
sitting motionless in the traffic
Late
home again, that just terrific
Bright
red taillights fill my view
The
light’s of other cars in the queue
I
see Looking to my left and right
The
twinkling of a Christmas light
The
queue edges forward very slowly
Then
I reach the junction eventually
Twenty
minutes just to get this far
I
see the blue light of a police car
I
don’t believe it I could explode
The
police have only shut my road
I
still don’t know what’s to blame
As
now I go back the way I came
All
the way home I rant and rage
Growling
like a wild beast in a cage
Rush
hour and my spleen is vent
Shutting
the road is so inconvenient
The
reason for delay I still can’t see
But
I do make it home eventually
I
shout at the kids taking off my hat
I
moan at my wife and kick the cat
I
look at my dinner with total disdain
Dried
up the gravy now just a stain
On
Monday I relate my tale of woe
And
my problems with traffic flow
A
colleague of mine who lived locally
Knew
the details and informed me
And
then with shame I was filled
A
woman was run down and killed
A
week before Christmas she had died
A
happy Christmas for her was denied
A
poor young woman had lost her life
Somebody’s
lover somebody’s wife
She
was both a daughter and mother
Mourned
by two sister’s and a brother
Bells
ring out on Christmas morning
Bells
ring out for a family mourning
Christmas
bells ring out in glory
To
celebrate the Christmas story
I
spent Christmas with my family
With
my heart so full of sympathy
I
felt so ashamed at my selfishness
Angry
impatient and thoughtless
I
confess I behaved so irrationally
Just
because I was late home for tea
When
next I’m in a jam I’ll remember
Any
time from January to December
I
shall keep things in true perspective
And
my thanks to God I shall give
No
matter how slowly I have to drive
If
I’m sitting in a jam, I’m still alive
There
is a legend suggesting that Martin Luther
Who
was a sixteenth century religious reformer
And
founder of the Protestant church in Germany
Was
the first to put candles onto a Christmas tree
It’s
said he was walking home one winter’s night
When
he noticed the stars were shinning bright
And
through the tree’s he saw the twinkling light
And
he was so impressed by this majestic sight
We
he returned home he set up his Christmas tree
Decorating
it with lighted candles for all to see