With Love ,,, The Campfire Staff

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As Christmas falls near,
With the stars shining bright
A young soldier keeps walking...
First left, then right.

He's serving his country
With a heart full of pride
On foreign land he's fighting
And this Christmas he’ll reside.

In good times and bad
He’ll always stand tall
He shows his best
And gives it his all.

Like so many others
He’s there for a cause,
And as a true soldier,
Never will he pause.

He's tried and true
And tempered like steel
Born of American spirit;
Born with American will.

Without his sacrifice
The cause would be lost
But the soldier carries onward
No matter the cost.

So I'll look to him with honor
And thankful with prayers.
For the freedom I have
Is because this soldier cares.

Though it's now Christmas
And he's not here with me
His safe return I pray for
To the Land of the Free.

Emergency Door Opener for Men, don't leave home without it !

Shake it up

I saw mommy

Let's decorate the tree

Holidaze

Emissary Page

Well done graphics page with many things to do as you can continually click

 True meaning of Christmas

Pampering your Poinsettia

Decorate MSN messanger for the Holidays

"Christmas at my house is always at least six or seven times more pleasant than anywhere else. We start drinking early. And while everyone else is seeing only one Santa Claus, we'll be seeing six or seven."

THE SANDS OF CHRISTMAS

I had no Christmas spirit
when I breathed a weary sigh,
And looked across the table
where the bills were piled too high.

The laundry wasn't finished
and the car I had to fix,
My stocks were down another point,
the Chargers lost by six.

And so with only minutes
till my son got home from school
I gave up on the drudgery
and grabbed a wooden stool.

The burdens that I carried
were about all I could take,
And so I flipped the TV on
to catch a little break.

I came upon a desert scene
in shades of tan and rust,
No snowflakes hung upon the wind,
just clouds of swirling dust.

And where the reindeer should have stood
before a laden sleigh,
Eight Humvees ran a column
right behind an M1A.

A group of boys walked past the tank,
not one was past his teens
Their eyes were hard as polished flint,
their faces drawn and lean.

They walked the street in armor
with their rifles shouldered tight,
Their dearest wish for Christmas,
just to have a silent night.

Other soldiers gathered,
hunkered down against the wind,
To share a scrap of mail
and dreams of going home again

There wasn't much at all
to put their lonely hearts at ease,
They had no Christmas turkey,
just a pack of MREs.

They didn't have a garland
or a stocking I could see,
They didn't need an ornament -
they lacked a Christmas tree.

They didn't have a present
even though it was tradition,
The only boxes I could see
were labeled "ammunition."

I felt a little tug
and found my son now by my side,
He asked me what it was I feared,
and why it was I cried.

I swept him up into my arms
and held him oh so near
And kissed him on the forehead
as I whispered in his ear.

"There's nothing wrong, my little son,
for safe we sleep tonight
Our heroes stand on foreign land
to give us all the right,

To worry on the things in life
that mean nothing at all,
Instead of wondering
if we will be the next to fall."

He looked at me as children do
and said, "it's always right,
To thank the ones who help us
and perhaps that we should write."

And so we pushed aside the bills
and sat to draft a note,
To thank the many far from home,
and this is what we wrote:

"God bless you all and keep you safe,
and speed your way back home.
Remember that we love you so,
and that you're not alone.

The gift you give you share with all,
a present every day,
You give the gift of liberty
and that we can't repay."

"I freely submit this poem for reprint without reservation - this is an open and grateful tribute to the men and women who serve every day to keep our nation safe."
 

According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, while both male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year, male reindeer drop their antlers at the beginning of winter, usually late November to mid-December. 

Female reindeer retain their antlers till after they give birth in the spring. Therefore, according to EVERY historical rendition depicting Santa's reindeer, EVERY single one of them, from Rudolph to Blitzen, had to be a girl.

We should've known... ONLY women would be able to drag a fat-ass man in a red velvet suit all around the world in one night and not get lost.

Planet Internet - Decorate the Tree
(without tipping it over)

The Simpsons snowball fight

Fun !

Toboggan Jump
This game is awesome !

Sledding

Control the sled and maneuver downhill

Speedy Santa

Drag Santa around the track

Mini USA

Help Santa jump into the driver's seat without being splattered , Fun!

Slingshot Santa

How far can you sling Santa? Click you mouse once to get him rollin' and then click it again, but hold it down to cock the sling to throw him. Then, let go of the button and watch him fly! Don't go over the cliff though .

Curling

An ice sporting game

 3D RACER

Exciting!!

Snow-bowling

Cherokee Christmas

Snowdays

Make a snowflake and attach a message to them .

Which reindeer are you?

Bill

Lady Linx

Yes ! That's me , I just love to prance around on the web too !

Trish

Mackie

Ho Ho Ho

White trash Christmas

Christmas Balloons

 T 'was the night before Christmas--Old Santa was pissed.
 He cussed out the elves and threw down his list.
 Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks.
 I have a good mind to scrap the whole works!

 I've busted my ass for damn near a year,
 Instead of "Thanks Santa"--what do I hear?
 The old lady bitches cause I work late at night.
The elves want more money--The reindeer all fight.

 Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids.
 Donner is pregnant and Vixen has AIDS.
And just when I thought that things would get better
 Those assholes from the IRS sent me a letter,
 They say I owe taxes--if that ain't damn funny
 Who the hell ever sent Santa Claus any money?

 And the kids these days--they all are the pits
 They want the impossible--Those mean little shits
 I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds
Assembling dolls...Their arms, legs and heads
I made a ton of yo yo's--No request for them,
 They want computers and robots...they think - I'm IBM!

Flying through the air...dodging the trees
Falling down chimneys and skinning my knees
 I'm quitting this job there's just no enjoyment
 I'll sit on my fat ass and draw unemployment.

 There's no Christmas this year now you know the reason,
 I found me a blonde. I'm going SOUTH for the season
 

"Pure love is a willingness to give without a thought of receiving anything in return."

Penguin

Hit the caveman and then click it again to make him hit the penguin.  Have to do it just right to make the penguin fly. 

Nuerotically yours : No Christmas for you!

 Nasty the Snowman

Sober Santa

Dear Santa

Christmas time in Australia

Peace

Bizzarre Christmas Musicians

T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the trailor.

My sister woke up, while I was trying to nail 'er.

The socks was all hung, on my big mounted bass,

In hopes that St. Leon would be hauling ass.

The young'uns bunked down, all snug on the floor,

Each one had a dip, so they slept near the door.

Sis in her 105 shirt, and her John Deere cap,

Looked purty as a naked silhouette on a truck mud flap.

When out in the dog pen, there arose such a clatter,

I got up from sis, to see what was the matter.

When what to my swollen red eyes should I see,

A pink Coup De Ville, 1973.

He staggered so much, I thought, "What was he on"?

And could I buy some of that, from old St. Leon?

All my dogs started barkin, he started to shout,

Dog's hate St. Leon, you figure it out.

"Hey Whitey, Hey Crackerboy", he called me by name,

So I called off my dogs, and hauled up the game.

When he stepped on my porch, there was such a vibration,

I thanked God I installed a concrete foundation.

He was dressed all in fur, and chains made of gold,

On his feet were Air Jorden's, I 'specked he stoled.

Yes, he had toys, there was no mistakin,

But I still wasn't sure if he was given, or taken.

It was then that he pulled a knife from his sack,

As I readied myself for a Leon attack.

St. Leon surprised me and gave me great glee,

When he gift wrapped the knife, and put it under the tree.

He continued by filling the socks up with skoal,

His good deeds made me feel, like a major bung hole.

Then layin' his finger on the gold stud on his nose,

He said, "Hey Opey Taylor, I gots to goes".

He jumped in his caddy, and turned on the ignition,

Drove down the dirt road, to continue his mission.

I heard him yell out, as I opened a beer,

"Hey you honky white trash, see you mo'fo's next year".

Redneck Letter

A Letter From A Redneck Mother To Her Son

Dear Son,
I'm writing this slow 'cause I know you can't read fast.
We don't live where we did when you left.
Your dad read in the paper that most accidents happen within twenty miles of home, so we moved.

Won't be able to send you the address as the last Arkansas family that lived here took the numbers with them for their house, so they wouldn't have to change their address.
This place has a washing machine.

The first day I put four shirts in it, pulled the chain and haven't

seen 'em since.
It only rained twice this week, three days the first time and four days the second time.

The coat you wanted me to send to you, Aunt Sue said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with them heavy buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.

 
We got a bill from the funeral home, and it said if we didn't make the final payment on Grandma's funderal bill, up she comes.
About your sister, she had a baby this morning.
I haven't found out whether if it is a boy or a girl so don't know if you are an Aunt or Uncle.

Your Uncle John fell in the whiskey vat.
Some men tried to get him out, but he fought them off playfully, so he drowned.
We cremated him and he burned for three days.
Three of your friends went off the bridge in a pickup.
One was driving and the other two were in the back.
The driver got out.

 
He rolled down the window and swam to safery.
The other 2 drowned.
They couldn't get the tail gate down.
Not much more news this time.
Nothing much happened.
If you don't get this letter, please let me know and I will send another one.

 
Love, Ma

White Trash Cristmas

Whole Wheat Chocolate Chip Cookies

Raisin-Spice Cookies

Snowballs - Russian Tea Cakes - Mexican Wedding Cookies

Cherry Biscotti

Football Cookies

Gingerbread Cutouts

Chocolate Biscotti

Soft Sugar Cookies

 Christmas Cookie Recipe Countdown

My favorite Christmas cookie recipes- The Garden Helper

Recipe Source: Your Source for Holiday recipes

Ten Thoughts to Ponder for 2006

Number 10 - Life is sexually transmitted.

Number 9 - Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.

Number 8 - Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny.  If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich.

Number 7 - Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day; teach a person to use the Internet and he won't bother you for weeks.

Number 6 - Some people are like a Slinky.....not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs.

Number 5 - Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.
 

Number 4 - All of us could take a lesson from the weather.  It pays no attention to criticism.

Number 3 - Why does a slight tax increase cost you two hundred dollars and a substantial tax cut saves you thirty cents?

Number 2 - In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird.  Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.

AND THE NUMBER 1 THOUGHT FOR 2006:

We know exactly where one cow with mad-cow-disease is located among the millions and millions of cows in America but we haven't got a clue as to where thousands of illegal immigrants and terrorists are located. Maybe we should put the Department of Agriculture in charge of immigration.

2006 Calendar for the Women

2006 Calendar for the Men

Let's Decorate The Tree

Tree.exe

Have fun !

Winter Wonderland

Porky Pig's blue Christmas

Old fashioned Holiday's

Ahhhh,,,,remember them ?

Carol of the chins

This is a good one ... type in the name of a carol and wait for them to sing it. If they don't know it, they will let you know.

Santa Maker

"An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves."

"Be at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let every new year find you a better man."

"Christmas gift suggestions: To your enemy, forgiveness. To an opponent, tolerance. To a friend, your heart. To a customer, service. To all, charity. To every child, a good example. To yourself, respect."

One beautiful December evening Huan Cho
and his girlfriend Jung Lee were sitting by the side of the ocean.

 
It was a romantic full moon, when Huan Cho said
"Hey baby, let's play Weeweechu." (we we chew)
"Oh no, not now, lets look at the moon" said Jung Lee.

 
"! Oh, c'mon baby, let's you and I play Weeweechu.
I love you and it's the perfect time," Huan Cho Begged.
"But I rather just hold your hand and watch the moon."
"Please Jung Lee, just once play Weeweechu with me."

 
Jung Lee looked at Huan Chi and said,

"OK, we'll play Weeweechu." !
Huan Cho grabbed his guitar and they both sang.....

"Weeweechu a Merry Christmas,
Weeweechu a Merry Christmas,
Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year."

A special Greeting for the ladies.

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