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From: bendog2000 NP-d09
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Subject: Re: The Christmas Spirit and All That
Date: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 11:01:56 +0000
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great Christmas Message
:-)
On Sun, 01 Dec 2013 14:46:25 -0700, HMS Victor Victorian
<victorvictorian@hushunomail.com> wrote:
>Dear Friends,
>
>The Christmas holidays are upon us now, with every altruistic charity
>and enterprising business doing their most to empty our bank accounts
>so much that one struggles to concentrate o'er the din to be reminded
>and to recall the kind and sentimental essence of the season.
>
>I have had the deepest and fondest affections for Christmas since
>being a very small tyke, when all seemed magical and pure. Indeed, as
>a boy I was so excited to see what Saint Nicholas had brought me on
>Christmas morning that on Christmas Eve I could hardly wait to get
>into bed, and remained so excited that once I did, I was unable to
>sleep, however hard I tried! I would begin to cry and Mummy would
>open the door to ask what in heaven's name was wrong.
>
>"I can't sleep!" I sniffled, "I can't hardly wait for Christmas to
>come!"
>
>"Now stop that whimpering," she'd curtly reply, "You'll be off soon
>enough!"
>
>And, of course, she was right.
>
>This Christmas I am melancholy, which brings these memories back ever
>more poignantly, for I've lost my little chum.
>
>Some weeks back, very early one Sunday morning, I was surprised to
>hear my door chime. I opened the door and there he stood. I let him
>in immediately and he followed me to the kitchen. As he stepped up to
>me, I sat down and looked at him. All he wore seemed to be an
>extremely large gray hoodie (the term most popular now, I suppose) and
>a pair of T-bar sandals. Now the hoodie was filthy, spattered with
>dirt and drink and food from several previous meals ... and God only
>knows what else.
>
>"Well, look at you!" I grinned.
>
>"I borrowed it from my older sister," my boy explained. Clearly his
>older sister was of substantial girth.
>
> Without a thought, I unzipped the soiled coat. Beneath, he wore an
>old yellow T-shirt, extremely wrinkled, and a pair of equally wrinkled
>gym shorts. My first inclination was to pull him out of those dirty
>clothes and toss him in the bath. Of course, I didn't.
>
>"What are you doing here so early, son?" I asked him.
>
>"I wanted to give you a hug," he said simply, and then wrapped his
>arms around my shoulders,"And to say that I think I want to buy you a
>present for Christmas."
>
>"Well," I smiled,"That's sweet of you, but all you need to give me is
>your smile and a hug."
>
>"Still," he replied very pensively, "I think I'd like to."
>
>So it was.
>
>Most Sincerely,
>
>HMS Victor Victorian, NP-g18
>
>
>God Save the Queen.
>God Bless the Prince of Wales.
>God Preserve the Windsors.
>Rule Britannia!
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