i-will-call-you-sir: Grinch: Blast this Christmas music! It’s joyful and triumphant.

i-will-call-you-sir: Grinch: Blast this Christmas music! It’s joyful and triumphant.

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: I-Will-Call-You-Sir: There Is No Ideal Christmas; Only The One Christmas You Decide To Make As A Reflection Of Your Values, Desires, Affections, Traditions. - Bill Mckibben

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: I-Will-Call-You-Sir: Our Hearts Grow Tender With Childhood Memories And Love Of Kindred, And We Are Better Throughout The Year For Having, In Spirit, Become A Child Again At Christmas-Time. - Laura Ingalls Wilder

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: I-Will-Call-You-Sir: The Joy Of Brightening Other Lives, Bearing Each Others’ Burdens, Easing Other’s Loads And Supplanting Empty Hearts And Lives With Generous Gifts Becomes For Us The Magic Of Christmas. - W. C. Jones

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: Maybe Christmas, The Grinch Thought, Doesn’t Come From A Store. Dr. Seuss

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: I-Will-Call-You-Sir: As We Struggle With Shopping Lists And Invitations, Compounded By December’s Bad Weather, It Is Good To Be Reminded That There Are People In Our Lives Who Are Worth This Aggravation, And People To Whom We Are

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: Christmas Is The Day That Holds All Time Together. Alexander Smith

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: A Good Conscience Is A Continual Christmas. Benjamin Franklin

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: If You Ever Have To Steal Money From Your Kid, And Later On He Discovers It’s Gone, I Think A Good Thing To Do Is To Blame It On Santa Claus. ~Jack Handy

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: 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! A Visit From St. Nicholas, Clement Clarke

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: Lucy Van Pelt: Get The Biggest Aluminum Tree You Can Find, Charlie Brown, Maybe Painted Pink. A Charlie Brown Christmas

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: The Moon On The Breast Of The New-Fallen Snow Gave The Lustre Of Mid-Day To Objects Below. A Visit From Saint Nicholas, Clement Clarke Moore

I-Will-Call-You-Sir: Santa Claus: Now You Go Home And Write “I Am Very Sorry For What I Did To Frosty” A Hundred Zillion Times. And Then Maybe - Just Maybe, Mind You - You’ll Find Something In Your Stocking Tomorrow Morning. Professor Hinkle:

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