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Five hours here, but no actually
No matter how many times I watch Elf, I cannot seem to get into the Christmas spirit :(
Probably because this year seems to be going by very fast
It really doesn't seem like its Christmas yet

5 hours left.

Yea 6 moar

floatingmagictree wrote:

It's already Christmas here in Antarctica.

oh look what i found on your youtube page

you have some explainin to do mister

silverninja wrote:

floatingmagictree wrote:

It's already Christmas here in Antarctica.

oh look what i found on your youtube page
http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/3720/proofwx.png
you have some explainin to do mister

what are you talking about it doesn't say that

silverninja wrote:

floatingmagictree wrote:

It's already Christmas here in Antarctica.

oh look what i found on your youtube page
http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/3720/proofwx.png
you have some explainin to do mister

From what he explained earlier (at least what rufflebee said), he's a magical tree in Antarctica who uses its magical powers to control the actions of a boy behind a computer in the US.

rufflebee wrote:

Five hours here, but no actually
No matter how many times I watch Elf, I cannot seem to get into the Christmas spirit :(
Probably because this year seems to be going by very fast
It really doesn't seem like its Christmas yet

Yeah, same here 

Why are you disabling your smilies on purpose?

It's already christmas here,
has been for 54 minutes

Last edited by RHY3756547 (2010-12-24 19:54:28)

4 hours!

I just feel like I should post this...

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 the 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 the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it 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, 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 dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top 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 peddler, 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 of 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 bowlful 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!"

It's the night before Christmas, the poem is fitting for right now.

Last edited by gettysburg11 (2010-12-24 20:08:45)

JeanTheFox wrote:

gettysburg11 wrote:

I just feel like I should post this...

just taking out the long poem
It's the night before Christmas, the poem is fitting for right now.

"Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a laptop was stirring, not even a mouse.
The flat screen was hung by the chimney with care,
In hope that Comcast would soon be there."

~ Shaquille O' Neill

Sorry, I had to do that XD

I heard it as Xfinity. I think Comcast owns Xfinity though, so I guess that makes sense.

Last edited by gettysburg11 (2010-12-24 20:13:17)

Here I still have about 7 hours till MIDNIGHT, and I usually get up at 5 on Christmas.