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i-will-call-you-sir: Maybe Christmas, the Grinch thought, doesn’t come from a store. Dr. Seuss

i-will-call-you-sir: Maybe Christmas, the Grinch thought, doesn’t come from a store. Dr. Seuss

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I-Will-Call-You-Sir: I-Will-Call-You-Sir: As We Struggle With Shopping Lists And Invitations, Compounded By December’s Bad Weather, It Is Good To Be Reminded That There Are People In Our Lives Who Are Worth This Aggravation, And People To Whom We Are

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: I-Will-Call-You-Sir: As We Struggle With Shopping Lists And

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: Christmas Is The Day That Holds All Time Together. Alexander Smith

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: Christmas Is The Day That Holds All Time Together. Alexander

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: A Good Conscience Is A Continual Christmas. Benjamin Franklin

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: A Good Conscience Is A Continual Christmas. Benjamin Franklin

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: If You Ever Have To Steal Money From Your Kid, And Later On He Discovers It’s Gone, I Think A Good Thing To Do Is To Blame It On Santa Claus. ~Jack Handy

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: If You Ever Have To Steal Money From Your Kid, And Later On

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: He Spoke Not A Word, But Went Straight To His Work, And Filled All The Stockings, Then Turned With A Jerk. And Laying His Finger Aside Of His Nose, And Giving A Nod, Up The Chimney He Rose! A Visit From St. Nicholas, Clement Clarke

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: He Spoke Not A Word, But Went Straight To His Work, And Filled

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: Lucy Van Pelt: Get The Biggest Aluminum Tree You Can Find, Charlie Brown, Maybe Painted Pink. A Charlie Brown Christmas

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: Lucy Van Pelt: Get The Biggest Aluminum Tree You Can Find,

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: The Moon On The Breast Of The New-Fallen Snow Gave The Lustre Of Mid-Day To Objects Below. A Visit From Saint Nicholas, Clement Clarke Moore

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: The Moon On The Breast Of The New-Fallen Snow Gave The Lustre

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: Santa Claus: Now You Go Home And Write “I Am Very Sorry For What I Did To Frosty” A Hundred Zillion Times. And Then Maybe - Just Maybe, Mind You - You’ll Find Something In Your Stocking Tomorrow Morning. Professor Hinkle:

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: Santa Claus: Now You Go Home And Write “I Am Very Sorry

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: Eddie: You Surprised To See Us, Clark? Clark: Oh, Eddie… If I Woke Up Tomorrow With My Head Sewn To The Carpet, I Wouldn’t Be More Surprised Than I Am Now. Christmas Vacation

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: Eddie: You Surprised To See Us, Clark? Clark: Oh, Eddie…

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: But This… This Sound Wasn’t Sad. Why… This Sound Sounded Glad. Every Who Down In Whoville, The Tall And The Small, Was Singing, Without *Any* Presents At All! He Hadn’t Stopped Christmas From Coming, It *Came*! Somehow Or

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: But This… This Sound Wasn’t Sad. Why… This Sound Sounded

Theadventuresofmichaelpawlak: The End.

Theadventuresofmichaelpawlak: The End.

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