Christmas magic  

rm_longliner002 50M
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12/23/2005 6:06 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Christmas magic

Poem Title: The Scent of Christmas
The fresh, newly-cut pine of the Christmas tree smells
so irresistible and fills me with much glee.
The cookies baking in the oven like chocolate, spice and pecan.
Smells like Grandma's always been there and never gone.
The scented candles burn of Carmel apple cider and evergreen.
Berry and mistletoe smell so refreshingly clean.
The roasting turkey wafts a succulent and enticing aroma.
The fragrance of ham, mashed potatoes and gravy knock one into a coma.
What would I do if I lost my taste of smell at this enchanting time of the year?
I would miss out on all the fabulous and enjoyable odors and my life would be minus good cheer.
©2005 Mandy
Poem Title: A Very Special Greetings
I would like to send a greeting
To each and everyone
May it bring you peace and happiness
To Bless you when it's done
May it bring some special memories
To keep when you are alone
May it bring some tears and laughter
Each moment it is shown.
©2005 mortisha
Poem Title: Christmas magic
Christmas lights, the world a glow
Children playing together
In the new fallen snow
Another year soon to end
a happening time for miracles
A chance to mingle with friends
Gingerbread cookies, stockings filled high
Hot chocolate and smores
Family gatherings with pumpkin pie
The birth of a babe newborn
All of this is a wonderful reason
For celebrating on Christmas morn
With love and joy this holiday season.
©2005 Sherri Granato

Perfect Girl
A friend asked me the other day why I never got married. I replied "Well, I guess I just never met the right woman... I guess I've been looking for the perfect girl."
"Oh, come on now," said my friend. "Surely you have met at least one girl that you wanted to marry."
"Yes, there was one girl... once. I guess she was the one perfect girl -- the only perfect girl I really ever met. She was just the right everything... I really mean that she was the perfect girl for me."
"Well, why didn't you marry her?" asked my friend. I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "She was looking for the perfect man.

The Cruise
A guy went to his travel agent and tried to book a two-week cruise for himself and his lady friend. The travel agent said that all the ships were booked up and reservations were very tight at that moment, but that he would see what he could do.
A couple of days later, the travel agent phoned and said he could get them onto a three-day cruise. The guy was disappointed that it was such a short cruise, but booked it . . . and went to the drugstore to buy Dramamines and three condoms.
The next day, the agent called back and reported that he now could book a five-day cruise. The guy said, "Great, I'll take it!"! and returned to the same pharmacy to buy two more Dramamines and two more condoms.
The following day, the travel agent called yet again, and said he was delighted that he could offer them bookings on an eight-day cruise. The guy was elated and, and went back to the drugstore. He asked for three more Dramamine and three more condoms.
The pharmacist looked sympathetically at him and said, "Look, I'm not trying to pry. . but, if it makes you sick . . why do you keep doing it?"

The Amazing Italian
A salesman drove into a small town where a circus was playing.
A sign read: "Don't Miss The Amazing Italian".
The salesman bought a ticket and sat down. There, under The Big Top, in the centre ring, was a table with three walnuts on it. Standing next to it was an old Italian.
Suddenly, the old man dropped his pants, whipped out his huge male member and smashed all the walnuts with three mighty swings! The crowd erupted in applause and the elderly Italian was carried off on their shoulders.
Fifteen years later the salesman visited the same little town, found the same circus and saw the same faded sign that read, "Don't Miss The Amazing Italian".
He couldn't believe the old guy was still alive much less still doing his act!
He bought a ticket. Again, the centre ring was illuminated. This time, however, instead of walnuts, three coconuts were placed on the table.
The Italian stood before them, then suddenly dropped his pants and smashed the coconuts with three swings of his amazing member. The crowd went wild!
Flabbergasted, the salesman requested a meeting with him after the show.
"You're incredible!" he told the Italian, "But I have to know something.
I saw your act 15 years ago and you were using walnuts. Why the switch from walnuts to coconuts?"
"Well," said the Italian, "My eyes aren't what they used to be."

silkysmoothlegs3 105F

12/23/2005 5:46 pm


Ah sky you came
did you enjoy?

Told ya hes a funny guy

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