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    Posted by homor - December 9th, 2008


    Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer
    had a very shiny nose.
    And if you ever saw him,
    you would even say it glows.

    All of the other reindeer
    used to laugh and call him names.
    They never let poor Rudolph
    join in any reindeer games.

    Then one foggy Christmas Eve
    Santa came to say:
    "Rudolph with your nose so bright,
    won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"

    Then all the reindeer loved him
    as they shouted out with glee,
    Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer,
    you'll go down in history!

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    Posted by homor - December 8th, 2008


    Silent night
    Holy night
    All is calm
    All is bright
    ´Round yon virgin Mother and Child
    Holy infant so tender and mild
    Sleep in heavenly peace
    Sleep in heavenly peace

    Silent night
    Holy night
    Son of God
    Oh love`s pure light
    Radiant beams from
    Thy holy face
    with the dawn of redeeming grace
    Jesus Lord at thy birth
    Oh Jesus Lord at thy birth

    Sleep
    Sleep
    Sleep in heavenly peace
    Sleep in heavenly peace
    Sleep in heavenly peace
    Peace
    Sleep
    Sleep
    Sleep in heavenly peace

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    Posted by homor - December 7th, 2008


    You better watch out
    You better not cry
    Better not pout
    I'm telling you why
    Santa Claus is coming to town
    He's making a list
    And checking it twice;
    Gonna find out Who's naughty and nice
    Santa Claus is coming to town
    He sees you when you're sleeping
    He knows when you're awake
    He knows if you've been bad or good
    So be good for goodness sake!
    O! You better watch out!
    You better not cry
    Better not pout
    I'm telling you why
    Santa Claus is coming to town
    Santa Claus is coming to town

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    Bruce Springsteen Santa Clause is Coming Town


    Posted by homor - December 6th, 2008


    Joy to the world, the Lord is come!
    Let earth receive her King;
    Let every heart prepare Him room,
    And heaven and nature sing,
    And heaven and nature sing,
    And heaven, and heaven, and nature sing.

    Joy to the world, the Savior reigns!
    Let men their songs employ;
    While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
    Repeat the sounding joy,
    Repeat the sounding joy,
    Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.

    No more let sins and sorrows grow,
    Nor thorns infest the ground;
    He comes to make His blessings flow
    Far as the curse is found,
    Far as the curse is found,
    Far as, far as, the curse is found.

    He rules the world with truth and grace,
    And makes the nations prove
    The glories of His righteousness,
    And wonders of His love,
    And wonders of His love,
    And wonders, wonders, of His love

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    Posted by homor - December 5th, 2008


    It's Christmastime
    There's no need to be afraid
    At Christmastime, we let in light and we banish shade
    And in our world of plenty we can spread a smile of joy
    Throw your arms around the world at Christmastime

    But say a prayer

    Pray for the other ones
    At Christmastime it's hard, but when you're having fun
    There's a world outside your window
    And it's a world of dread and fear
    Where the only water flowing is the bitter sting of tears
    And the Christmas bells that ring there are the clanging
    chimes of doom
    Well tonight thank God it's them instead of you

    And there won't be snow in Africa this Christmastime
    The greatest gift they'll get this year is life
    (Oooh) Where nothing ever grows
    No rain nor rivers flow
    Do they know it's Christmastime at all?

    (Here's to you) raise a glass for everyone
    (Here's to them) underneath that burning sun
    Do they know it's Christmastime at all?

    Feed the world
    Feed the world

    Feed the world

    Let them know it's Christmastime again

    Feed the world
    Let them know it's Christmastime again

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    Posted by homor - December 4th, 2008


    Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
    A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
    Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
    To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
    rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

    So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
    When we come.

    Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum
    I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
    I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
    That's fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
    rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

    Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,
    On my drum?

    Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum
    The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum
    I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
    I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
    rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

    Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
    Me and my drum.

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    Posted by homor - December 3rd, 2008


    What's this? What's this?
    There's color everywhere
    What's this?
    There's white things in the air
    What's this?
    I can't believe my eyes
    I must be dreaming
    Wake up, jack, this isn't fair
    What's this?

    What's this? What's this?
    There's something very wrong
    What's this?
    There are people singing songs

    What's this?
    The streets are lined with
    Little creatures laughing
    Everybody seems so happy
    Have I possibly gone daffy?
    What is this?
    What's this?

    There are children throwing snowballs here
    instead of throwing heads
    They're busy building toys
    And absolutely no one's dead

    There's frost on every window
    Oh, I can't believe my eyes
    And in my bones I feel the warmth
    That's coming from inside

    Oh, look
    What's this?
    They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss
    Why that looks so unique, inspired
    They're gathering around to hear a story
    Roasting chestnuts on a fire
    What's this?
    What's this?

    In here they've got a little tree, how queer
    And who would ever think
    And why?

    They're covering it with tiny little things
    They've got electric lights on strings
    And there's a smile on everyone
    So, now, correct me if I'm wrong
    This looks like fun
    This looks like fun
    Oh, could it be I got my wish?
    What's this?

    Oh my, what now?
    The children are asleep
    But look, there's nothing underneath
    No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them
    Or ensnare them, only little cozy things
    Secure inside their dreamland
    What's this?

    The monsters are all missing
    And the nightmares can't be found
    And in their place there seems to be
    Good feeling all around

    Instead of screams, I swear
    I can hear music in the air
    The smell of cakes and pies
    Is absolutely everywhere

    The sights, the sounds
    They're everywhere and all around
    I've never felt so good before
    This empty place inside of me is filling up
    I simply cannot get enough

    I want it, oh, I want it
    Oh, I want it for my own
    I've got to know
    I've got to know
    What is this place that I have found?
    What is this?
    Christmas Town, hmm...

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    What's this?- the nightmare before christmas.


    Posted by homor - December 2nd, 2008


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    Posted by homor - December 1st, 2008


    Grandma got run over by a reindeer
    walkin' home from our house Christmas eve.
    You can say there's no such thing as Santa.
    But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

    She'd been drinkin' too much egg nog.
    And we'd begged her not to go.
    But she'd forgot her medication,
    and she staggered out the door into the snow.

    When we found her Christmas mornin,'
    at the scene of the attack.
    She had hoof prints on her forehead,
    And incriminatin' Claus marks on her back.

    Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
    walkin' home from our house Christmas eve.
    You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
    but as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

    Now were all so proud of Grandpa.
    He's been takin' this so well.
    See him in there watchin' football,
    drinkin' beer and playin' cards with cousin Belle.

    It's not Christmas without Grandma.
    All the family dressed in black.
    And we just can't help but wonder:
    Should we open up her gifts or send them back?
    (Send them back)

    Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
    walkin' home from our house Christmas eve.
    You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
    But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

    Now the goose is on the table.
    And the pudding made of fig.
    And a blue and silver candle,
    that would just have matched the hair in Grandma's wig.

    I've warned all my friends and neighbors.
    "Better watch out for yourselves."
    They should never give a license,
    to a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.

    Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
    walkin' home from our house, Christmas eve.
    You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
    but as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
    (Sing it Grandpa)

    Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
    walkin' home from our house, Christmas eve.
    You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
    but as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

    Merry Christmas

    .
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    Posted by homor - November 30th, 2008


    AT THE DAILY PLANET.

    MEANWHILE,