Let's make up our own Christmas

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Let's make up our own Christmas song, anything funni, werid, cute or whatever... Let's have some fun!!! :dance: :dance:

Now who wants to start?.....aww come on now, where your Christmas spirit? :naughty:
 
*playing the drums*

*Begin singing*

One particular Christmas season a long time ago, I went to the Mall and saw Santa sitting on this big red chair I ran and jumped on Santa's lap and he fell back on his chair and made alot of farting sounds and Santa says HO! HO! HO!, . The Christmas tree fell back everything around Santa fell back on the floor, I told santa Isn't it a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you (scent pine cone). Where would you like me to stick it? :)



*end of song*
 
OMG Cheri!! you're nasty hahaha....
 
Jingle Bells

*stretching fingers, cracking joints*
ahh...something for my freakish, perverted talent...

Dashing through the stores
In wet boots and holes in our socks
Through the decorations we go
Screaming all the way.
Salvation Army bells ringing
Making shoppers cranky
What fun it is to slip and slide
A crowded store tonight.

Chorus: Caroling, Caroling
Christmas Caroling all the way,
Oh what screeching voices we hear,
In a crowded mall, O
Caroling, caroling
Christmas Caroling all the way,
Oh what screeching voices we hear,
In a crowded mall.

A day or two ago
I thought I’d go to a store
And soon
I was seated in my car;
The car tank was almost empty
Misfortune seemed my lot.
I ran out of gas in the parking lot
And there I got stuck.

A day or two ago
The story I must tell
I went shopping
And out of gas I ran;
A police officer was riding by
And gave me a ticket for blocking.
Shoppers laughed at me as
My car was towed away.
But quickly I went inside.

Now the mall is crowded,
Shoppers are cranky and grouchy
See Santa Claus
Wilting under the weight of the kids
Elves singing Christmas carols
With sore throats
And passing out candy canes
Along with cold germs

(part 2 coming up.)
 
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part 2

Dashing through the stores
In wet boots and holes in our socks
Through the decorations we go
Screaming all the way.
Salvation Army bells ringing
Making shoppers cranky
What fun it is to slip and slide
A crowded store tonight.

Chorus: Caroling, Caroling
Christmas Caroling all the way,
Oh what screeching voices we hear,
In a crowded mall, O
Caroling, caroling
Christmas Caroling all the way,
Oh what screeching voices we hear,
In a crowded mall.

A day or two ago
I was at the mall,
My car had been towed away,
I only had enough money left
For one special gift
Oh my! Oh my!
Misfortune seemed my lot,
I ran into a jewelery store
And there I got into trouble.

A day or two ago
The story I must tell
I went into the jewelery store
And on the counter I fell;
A police officer was walking by
In his shiny boots, sparkling gun and baton
He arrested me as
I there sprawling laid
Among the broken glass
And quickly took me away.

Now the jail is cold,
I’m sitting on my hard bunk,
Eating my turkey, stuffing and
instant potatoes with powdered gravy
Enjoying my Christmas in
Peace and quiet
While outside the shoppers are cranky and
Salvation Army bells are ringing,
Carolers are singing with scratchy voices
And dogs are howling in unison.

The end.
 
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A Fruitcake Ballad

Many moons ago, there was this a Fruitcake named Fruity.
This is a story about Fruity.

Fruity was born on November 28, 1986
In a factory off somewhere in far away lands

He came into the world with a loud thud
Onto a metal assembly line
He was given No. 23
And a label saying "Fantastic Fruitcake"

An inspector came by
Examining him
Declared " He is healthy and qualified for a home!"

Off he went into a truck
Miles and miles he went

Fruity was placed in a grocery store
In an aisle brightly decorated hoping to attract shoppers alike
Fruity waited and waited eagerly for a taker

Finally, on December 24, he was finally bought
By an anxious and stressed out lady
On her way to an office party

At the office party, Fruity was placed on a table
Waiting for anyone to notice him
No one did
The lady took Fruity home

On Christmas Day, Fruity was again laid on a table
For family members
Still no takers

A teenaged son of the lady
Was bored and looking for action
Spotted Fruity and grabbed him

Took him outside
Hollered at his pals " Hey look at what I got. He will make a great ball"
Off he sailed onto the air among the boys

After the boys had their fun, they put Fruity back on the table
Still no takers
The lady wrapped him up again

Every year, Fruity waited for a taker
Years and years passed

Finally the lady gave up and tossed him into the trash can.
End of Fruity the Fruitcake Saga


Morale of the story: Never buy a fruit cake because no one actually eats fruitcakes! I cannot fathom why anyone would even buy one in the first place!
 
Dance like snowflakes In the air, get naked in the air, Whirling, twirling, snowflakes, but don't stomp your feet on me! When the sun comes out I cannot stay, So please keep me in the air, get naked in the air, Whirling, twirling snowflakes.;)

Merry Christmas!
 
Auld Lang Syne

Should AllDeaf be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should AllDeaf be forgot,
And days of postwhoring?
And days of postwhoring, my reader,
And days of postwhoring
Should AllDeaf be forgot,
And days of postwhoring?

We have been running around,
And postwhoring here and there,
We’ve flirted many a post,
RoadRunner, Angel, Ravensteve1961
Cheri, Malfoyish, VampPyrox, Meg, DreamDeaf, MizzDeaf, TweetyBird,
We’ve flirted many a post,
Alex, LinuxGold, Nusentinsaino , Reba
We’ve flirted many a post,
From Midnight to noon,
But states and countries between us has
Not stopped us,
Liebling, TTT, Cooliefroggie, FlyFree, JavaPride, SpiceHD, Magastu, Taylor, tekkmortal, posts from hell, Peachy Lady,
But states and countries between us have not stopped us,
Harleymn, PurpleRose71, Christo, Levonian

And there’s AllDeaf, my trusty forum,
And a good time can be had,
We’ll postwhore here and there,
DeafScuba98, Deaf258, bbnt, DelicPumpkPie, Raging Quiet, Y, BigMax1,
Nozobo, pinkster, Sabrina, kuifje 75, Banjo,
We’ll postwhore here and there,
And too many more to be named, so, here’s a Happy Holiday postwhore post for everyone here at AllDeaf!

*voice cracking*
 
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LOL! Good one DreamDeaf. :ily: :hug:


Oh! AllDeaf bells, AllDeaf bells, AllDeaf all the way;
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-AllDeaf open sleigh.
Hey! AllDeaf bells, AllDeaf bells, AllDeaf all the way;
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-AllDeaf open sleigh! Hey! :)
 
Silent Santa
Ho Ho Ho throughout the night
riding on a red slide, climbing on top of the roof
but didn't noticed he was up on top of the bridge
Ho Ho Ho throughout the night
He must be so blind to know the difference between a house and a bridge
Ho Ho Ho throughout the night
when he didn't noticed he had dogs instead of deers
Ho Ho Ho throughout the night
He didn't noticed he was wearing his wife clothes
Ho Ho Ho throughout the night
feeling the cold wind blowing on his hairy legs
Ho Ho Ho throughout the night
He didn't noticed he was carry a 6 pack of beers instead of his bag
Ho Ho Ho throughout the night
He wasn't smart after he gave the 6 pack of beers to the cops
Ho Ho Ho throughout the night
spending Christmas in jail
Ho Ho Ho throughout the night
but he didn't noticed he was still wearing his wife dress
O' poor old Santa

( Aders singing along )
Ho Ho Ho
throughout the nighttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt......

*end the song quietly*
 
C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S

When I was but a kiddo,
Christmas meant one thing,
That I’d be getting lots of toys that day,
I learned a whole lot different,
When my Friend sat me down,
And taught me to spell Christmas this way.

“C” is for the Cash, flying from your wallet,
“H” is for the Hole in your pocket,
“I” is for Insomnia, thinking of the bills,
“S” is for Sex, which disappears from your life, during the Season.
“T” is for your Tightwad Uncle, who sends a card, saying, “GET A JOB!”,
“M” is for the Moochers, who wants more from you,
“A” is for the Aunt, who sends you socks and underwear, a size too small.
“S” is for Santa Claus, go ahead and have that glass of brandy.

And that’s why there’s a Christmas day,
And that’s why there’s a Christmas day.
 
haha I like that Alldeaf song DD and Cheri....good one! ;)
 
Deck The Halls

Deck the liquor cabinet with spirits,
Fa la la la la la la la
‘Tis the season to get drunk.
Fa la la la la la la la
Don we now our drinks, down the hatch,
Fa la la la la la la la
Troll the bottles
Fa la la la la la la la

Fast away the night passes,
Fa la la la la la la la
Hail the new day, ye drunks
Fa la la la la la la la
Sing we our drunken voices all together.
Fa la la la la la la la
Heedless of the police arresting us.
Fa la la la la la la la
 
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*laughing*.....Now that's a Christmas Spirit!!!!..

Come on guys, Let's rock and roll!!! :dance: :dance:
 
An AllDeaf Christmas Carol

Twas the night before Christmas in the AllDeaf forum, y'see...
And there was a party hosted by Alex and E...

VamPyroX and Roadrunner took the night off,
Roadrunner was cuddling Angel and Vampy had a bad cough.

In came Liebling with the Robitussin,
While Cheri got busy with the dustin'.

Malfoyish and Liza baked a batch of cookies,
While Levonian and Mayflower went upstairs for some nookie.

Oceanbreeze, Meg and DreamDeaf took care of the drinks,
While ravensteve just slept, me thinks.

FlyFree and Tweety were in charge of doin' dishes,
And Reba sent out many well wishes.

SpiceHD and Cooliefroggie served up some chips,
And we know that Peachy Lady makes a killer dip!

In comes Alex with the rest of his cherished gang...

PurpleRose, Sabrina, Kuifje, Banjo and Magatsu,
WBHarley, Miss Delectable, Tekkmortal, and BBNT, too.

Everyone had a blast enjoying treats and plenty of holiday cheer,
We'll have to do with eggnog - LinuxGold forgot the damn beer!

Soon, the moon is shining ever so bright.
And it is time to say good night.

Out the door everyone goes,
Stepping on each other's toes.

"Merry Christmas, all," we say,
Send me presents, if you may!
 
*laughing hard*.....Oh man that was a good one Malfoyish!!!!!
 
The Twelve Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
A golden ring.

On the second day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Two hickeys on my neck,
And a golden ring.

On the third day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Three seconds in bed,
Two hickeys on my neck,
And a golden ring.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Four hours cooking for his friends,
Three seconds in bed,
Two hickeys on my neck,
And a golden ring.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Five drunk friends in the living room,
Four hours cooking for his friends,
Three seconds in bed,
Two hickeys on my neck,
And a golden ring.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Six hours cleaning up,
Five drunk friends in the living room,
Four hours cooking for his friends,
Three seconds in bed,
Two hickeys on my neck,
And a golden ring.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Seven minutes in the bath,
Six hours cleaning up,
Five drunk friends in the living room,
Four hours cooking for his friends,
Three seconds in bed,
Two hickeys on my neck,
And a golden ring.

On the eight day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Eight hang-up calls from a woman,
Seven minutes in the bath,
Six hours cleaning up
Five drunk friends in the living room,
Four hours cooking for his friends,
Three seconds in bed,
Two hickeys on my neck,
And a golden ring.

On the ninth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Nine empty beer bottles under my sofa,
Eight hang-up calls from a woman,
Seven minutes in the bath,
Six hours cleaning up,
Five drunk friends in the living room,
Four hours cooking for his friends,
Three seconds in bed,
Two hickeys on my neck,
And a golden ring.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Ten hours with my therapist,
Nine empty beer bottles under my sofa,
Eight hang-up calls from a woman,
Seven minutes in the bath,
Six hours cleaning up,
Five drunk friends in the living room,
Four hours cooking for his friends,
Three seconds in bed,
Two hickeys on my neck,
And a golden ring.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Eleven minutes testing for STD and pregnancy,
Ten hours with my therapist,
Nine empty beer bottles under my sofa,
Eight hang-up calls from a woman,
Seven minutes in the bath,
Six hours cleaning up,
Five drunk friends in the living room,
Four hours cooking for his friends,
Three seconds in bed,
Two hickeys on my neck,
And a golden ring.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me:
Twelve times two years raising a kid on my own,
Eleven minutes testing for STD and pregnancy,
Ten hours with my therapist,
Nine empty beer bottles under my sofa,
Eight hang-up calls from a woman,
Seven minutes in the bath,
Six hours cleaning up,
Five drunk friends in the living room,
Four hours cooking for his friends,
Three seconds in bed,
Two hickeys on my neck,
And a golden ring.

On the day after Christmas,
I gave my former love his golden ring back
And a court summons for child support.
Hell.
 
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