JAMESTHEDARK

Another X-Mas come, another X-Mas gone, without much to say. Oh, wait, I have quite a bit: My brother, who'd moved out-of-province earlier this year, came back for the 'festivities'. I have to say, it was a bit of a trip seeing him again. Of course, he couldn't exactly bunk down in his old room; about a week after he left, our mother painted it pink, and three days later, a friend of her's moved into it. He's been staying with the grandparents. My father, a long-haul trucker, also managed to appear at home, although a scant day and a half before Christmas Eve. He and I have been crossing paths fairly often the last few months. Hell, before the Yule, I'm fairly sure I hadn't seen him in more than a month and a half. So, it was a fine thing to see him again. While the presents weren't the most mind-blowing, we upheld the fairly recent family tradition of the Christmas Morning Blasting. I know that look you're giving me. Christmas Morning Blasting, you ask? What in the holy hell is that, you ask? Why would you be blasting things on Christmas, you ask? Well, in answer to the first, the Christmas Morning Blasting is when everybody willing in the family grabs up our shotguns, boldly goes into the back field, and we blow the ever-livin' hell out of a bunch of clay pidgeons. Dad did the flinging, whilst my brother, his room-usurper (a nice lady, if a bit of a foul-mouthed lush), and I blasted away. My mother didn't attend, which is just as well for us: She's absolutely lethal with her single-shot. She'd not leave so much as a single one for us to smoke. Everybody dusted at least one, even the newbie, despite today being the first time in her life she'd ever held a gun, let alone fired it at a target transitioning through three dimensions. Not bad, I must say. Well, that's about all she wrote about the Yule, and I did smear it with great lethargy and listlessness, and in the end, blasted it with a 12-gage. Oh, what fun. What? Expecting more? Heh. Stop reading. It's getting kinda creepy. Go read some slash fanfiction or something... :biggrin:

ELK

My best friend just gave birth to a baby girl on the 26th December 2006 at 4am. The strangest thing is, my God mother who adopted her as a god daughter passed away in August 2004, her birthday: 26th December. Such a coincedence.

INDEPENDENCESOLDIER

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, My whole family was stirring, to be found was no mouse. The presents were nestled all under the tree While my sister flexed her fingers and eyed them with glee I did not expect much, my list had come late Something that I knew my whole family would hate. As the hour struck nine we dug into the pile Joyful for our destraction from life for awhile As I grabbed my first gift, my sis let out a yell With a volume that could silence the noise of a church bell "Do not open that one!" she cried with a shriek, "Open the big one first, give that one a peek!" Not wanting my eardrums to burst with the noise I opened the gift she'd instructed with poise. When what to my wondering eyes did arise But a Serentity role play guide and two tubes of die! Overcome and unsure of what to say I hugged tight to my sister and decided the next day I would figure out this miracle that was given to me And little did I know what else was under the tree At my mother's house the very next day When I opened more presents, joining in to the fray Of wrappings and ribbons being thrown to be shun When suddenly emerged the label "Blue Sun"! A treasure trove poured from the simple decoration And my mind was filled with comfibulation I could not believe the luck and the love That rained down upon me as if from above. A hat, a shirt, a journal, a mug All for me, only in return a hug. I decked myself out, slipping on my jacket of brown Ready to head out to spread peace to the town. And thus my Christmas day did come to an end, So Merry Christmas to all of you my friends!

HOBBLEIT

hi there, hope you all had a good Christmas. On Christmas Eve I went to church. It was all right apart from this baby sitting behind me who threw up all over my dry clean only brown suede jacket. I wasn't best pleased about that. Christmas Day was pretty much the same as usual. We went to see my Grandma in the morning. It's the first time I've seen her since she went into the home. She doesn't look bad. Then I came home, ate and spent the rest of the day lazing about. Today I went to see Sunderland play. They beat Leeds 2-0. It was great. Although I am certai I heard someone call the Leeds players useless maggots. I love hearing the chants that supporters sing. The majority of them seem to stem from one tune, the one to 'ere we go. Anyway TTFN Jennifer -x-

ALMEDA

I got Firefly, :biggrin: the 1st season of Angel, :biggrin: Supernatural and :biggrin: All American Rejects I was watching Supernatural all day on christmas hehehehehehehe, :biggrin: