Merry Christmas! 2015

[W!nston]

Avast ye little Gay Porn Pirates around the world!

Merry Christmas!

Kylie Minogue - Santa Baby [HD 1080p]

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[Hyp]

Santa Likes the Naughty Ones Best



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[cacc]

Merry Christmas to you too, and to everyone

 

[haiducii]

Merry Christmas Guys

 

[sallywoppy]

Merry Christmas.

 

[gb2000ie]

To those of you who celebrate it, I hope you have a joyous and peaceful Christmas.

I'm not going to have a nice one this year. As I speak a close relative is slowly fading away. Doctors have done all they can, nothing worked, so now we just wait.

Our family is far from the only family going through a serious illness or death at this time, so bear at thought for all those who won't be in the mood for celebrating this year.

B.

 

[Shelter]

To those of you who celebrate it, I hope you have a joyous and peaceful Christmas.

I'm not going to have a nice one this year. As I speak a close relative is slowly fading away. Doctors have done all they can, nothing worked, so now we just wait.

Our family is far from the only family going through a serious illness or death at this time, so bear at thought for all those who won't be in the mood for celebrating this year.

B.

GB my heart will be with you and your whole family, which will have now a very hard and sad time. You may believe in God or not - but such a deep cut-in during this time is cruel!

As I said - my/our heart will be with you. p

 

[Shelter]

Merry Christmas to all of you here on GH, wherever you may live and whatever you may believe. I hope you will have a joyful time! And if I have someone hurt or offended in the last 12 months with words or hot emotions, I'll beg here and now for your pardon. All my love to you!

 

[edkiko]

great

 

[taplan]

Me too!

 

[Theatreart]

Merry Christmas!!

 

[dargelos]

Tom and Jerry, The Night Before Christmas. 1941
Watch this and be cured of christmas cynicism.

Everything in this eight minute animation was painted by hand, hundreds of hours of work by a room full of artists.


The musical mousetrap gag at the end is so beautiful, it makes me cry every time.

 

[Shelter]

Beautiful - only to say BEAUTIFUL! This little GREAT film is respirering the spirit of Christmas.

 

[Rebel7]

To those of you who celebrate it, I hope you have a joyous and peaceful Christmas.

I'm not going to have a nice one this year. As I speak a close relative is slowly fading away. Doctors have done all they can, nothing worked, so now we just wait.

Our family is far from the only family going through a serious illness or death at this time, so bear at thought for all those who won't be in the mood for celebrating this year.

B.

If there's anything as a divine intervention that can be bring solace to you and yours through this difficult moment, i'll pray for it. :big hug:

 

[Rebel7]

Happy Holidays Folks!!! Wish y'all a Merry Xmas and a great New Year :cheers:

 

[Cute Prince101]

To Everyone at GH, hope you all have a wonderful,safe Happy Holiday from Cute Prince101 :big hug: :cheers:

 

[peter123]

Merry Christmas^^

 

[gb2000ie]

 

[W!nston]

All of those years I thought being on the 'Nice' list was what I wanted )

Merry Christmas!

:big hug:​

 

[W!nston]

According to legend, Clement Clarke Moore wrote his immortal poem, A Visit from St. Nicholas, also known as The Night Before Christmas, for his family on Christmas Eve 1822. He never intended that it be published, but a family friend, Miss Harriet Butler, learned of the poem sometime later from Moore's children. She copied it into her album, and submitted it to the editor of the Troy (New York) Sentinel where it made its first appearance in print on December 23, 1823.

Soon, the poem began to be reprinted in other newspapers, almanacs and magazines, with the first appearance in a book in The New York Book of Poetry, edited by Charles Fenno Hoffman, in 1837.

It was not until 1844, however, that Moore himself acknowledged authorship in a volume of his poetry entitled Poems, published at the request of his children. One hundred and eighty years later it is the most-published, most-read, most-memorized and most-collected book in all of Christmas literature.

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A Visit from St. Nicholas​

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BY CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,

With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.

His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
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;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”​

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