Freda and Her Christmas Carols       

         One night Freda went caroling.  She knocked on the door of a house and began to sing. A man came to the door.
         Within half a minute tears were streaming down his face! Freda went on singing for half an hour, every carol she knew - and some she didn't.
         At last she stopped.
         'I understand,' she said softly. 'You are remembering your happy childhood Christmas days. You're a sentimentalist!'

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Nari's Youtube Pick !!!            

Freda could learn  from this guy,   
who preforms a number of        
  modernized christmas carols        
on  the piano.                 
enjoy!              

Ten Reasons why a Christmas Tree 
is Better Than a Woman

10. A Christmas tree doesn't care how many other Christmas trees you have had in the past.

9. A Christmas trees don't get mad if you use exotic electrical devices.

8. A Christmas tree doesn't care if you have an artificial one in the closet.

7. A Christmas tree never asks to be taken out.

6. You can feel a Christmas tree before you take it home.

5. A Christmas tree doesn't get mad if you look up underneath it.

4. When you are done with a Christmas tree you can throw it on the curb and
have it hauled away.

3. A Christmas tree doesn't get jealous around other Christmas trees.

2. A Christmas tree doesn't care if you watch football all day.

1. A Christmas tree doesn't get mad if you tie it up and throw it in the
back of your pickup truck

 Holiday Recipie

          Fruitcake  Recipe

 1 C Water
 1 C Sugar
 4 Large eggs
 3 C dried fruit
 1 tsp. baking soda
 1 tsp. salt
 1 C Brown sugar
 Lemon juice, nuts
 1 FULL bottle of your favorite whiskey

 Sample the whiskey to check for quality. 
Take out a large bowl. 
Check  the whiskey again to be sure that it is of the highest quality. 
Pour 1 level cup and drink. Repeat. 
Turn on the electric mixer; beat 1 C of butter in a large fluffy bowl. 
Add 1 tsp. sugar and beat again. 
Make sure the whiskey is still OK. 
Cry another cup. Turn off the mixer. 
Break two geggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit. 
Mix on the burner.
If the fried fruit gets stuck in the beaters, 
pry it loose with a screwdriver.
 Sample the whiskey to check for toxisisticity. 
Next, sift 2 cups of salt.
 Or something. Who cares? Check the whiskey. 
Now sift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. 
Add one tablespoon of sugar or something...whatever you can find. 
Grease the oven. Turn on the cake tin to 350 degrees.
 Don't forget to beat off the turner. Throw the bowl out of the window.
Check the whiskey again. Go to bed. 
Who the hell likes fruit cake anyway???