'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 down 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 tiny 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, DONDER 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 hand, 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."

Avenger wrote:

Ain't that nice.
Jesus is portrayed as white, when he was actually dark skinned, and
then there is St. Nicholas, (Santa) who is also white.
BTW, Santa, also spells Satan, when the letters are moved around.
So, the white people created Christmas, a White Jesus and a White
Santa, how White! Oh, and there is also, "I'm dreaming of  a White
Christmas."
"May all you Christmases be White."
Oh, of course Santa (Satan) has a White beard and White elves.
No wonder Mohammed Ali (Cashes Clay) the greatest boxer that ever
lived, denounced the whole Christmas time scam and Santa scam, as a
White fiasco--for people of Color.
Sure makes lots of money for the already wealthy.
Sure makes people desperate after Christmas when the credit card bills
arrive.
Oh, the homeless, sometimes get Christmas dinner at the Salvation
Army, after which--they go to their cardboard boxes to sleep,( if they
are lucky enough to have a cardboard box.)
The fact that people celebrate Christmas (excess) while there are
homeless in their own countries and world wide, sure don't seem very
CHRIST CONSCIOUSNESS LIKE.






> '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 down 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 tiny 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, DONDER 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 hand, 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."

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>
>
> Avenger wrote:
>
> Ain't that nice.
> Jesus is portrayed as white, when he was actually dark skinned,

Jesus wasn't a jew and besides you don't know what he looked like. He was 
most likely a Roman reformer working to modernise the primitive jews so that 
they could control the area easier. Jesus was murdered by members of the 
Sanhedrin The Gospels are mostly jew nonsense written to get back at the 
Romans and weaken their government. The cult became popular and the Romans, 
rather than being weakened by the so called pacifist "Jesus philosophy", 
used it to their advantage and in fact elevated this Roman, Jesus, to the 
status of a god. This created some confusion years later when people began 
believing Jesus was GOD. The "gods" to a Roman just meant a person of 
exalted status.
But all this has nothing to do with Christmas which is the White European 
Yuletide season. We celebrate Jesus' birthday on the 25th because it is the 
shortest day of the year on the old Roman calendar and since Jesus was a 
Roman it makes sense.



 and
> then there is St. Nicholas, (Santa) who is also white.
> BTW, Santa, also spells Satan, when the letters are moved around.
> So, the white people created Christmas, a White Jesus and a White
> Santa, how White! Oh, and there is also, "I'm dreaming of  a White
> Christmas."

They meant snow you fool     haha


> "May all you Christmases be White."
> Oh, of course Santa (Satan) has a White beard and White elves.

The White race is the dominant race on the planet so it makes sense that 
Santa is White and from the far North. Even St. Nicholas, a bishop from 
Turkey was White. As you know, Istanbul ,formerly Constantinople, is in 
Europe.




> No wonder Mohammed Ali (Cashes Clay)

I guess you mean Cassius, a Roman name  lol

Clay was a complete liar with an IQ of 80 (tested by the Army) He used to 
say that his great great grandmother was raped by some evil White 
slave-owner. The real story is that a Mr. Clay had inherited some slaves 
about 200 years ago and being against slavery himself set them free and 
gave them  legal papers making them freemen. One of them was Cassius Clay's 
great great grandfather who married a White Irish woman(apparently it wasn't 
illegal then) All of these freemen worked at trades and were not poor. So 
Cassius Clay's story about his ancestors are basically bullshit. Either that 
or he's so stupid that he doesn't even know his own history.



 the greatest boxer that ever
> lived, denounced the whole Christmas time scam and Santa scam, as a
> White fiasco--for people of Color.

Then let them celebrate the phoney invented Kwanza holiday. It was invented 
in the 70's by an American negro con man.



> Sure makes lots of money for the already wealthy.
> Sure makes people desperate after Christmas when the credit card bills
> arrive.

You probably don't even have a credit card, loser  lol And no one is forced 
to spend their money, it's their choice. It's only the poor and ignorant who 
spend money they don't have and have no prospects of earning.



> Oh, the homeless, sometimes get Christmas dinner at the Salvation
> Army,

Which is more than you've ever done for anyone. The Army is a fine Christian 
organisation.



 after which--they go to their cardboard boxes to sleep,( if they
> are lucky enough to have a cardboard box.)

Anyone who is homeless in the US is either insane or retarded. There is no 
reason to be homeless because they can receive gov't benefits. Of course, 
you can't live on Park Ave or even in Manhattan but you can move to the more 
countrified towns where the money will be enough to live on.



> The fact that people celebrate Christmas (excess) while there are
> homeless in their own countries and world wide, sure don't seem very
> CHRIST CONSCIOUSNESS LIKE.

If every wealthy person on earth put ALL their assets into a pot and 
distributed it to the poor of the earth, it would be gone in a year.



>
>
>
>
>
>
>> '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 down 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 tiny 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, DONDER 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 hand, 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."

On Dec 25, 9:59 am, daemond...@luckymail.com wrote:
> Avenger wrote:
>
> Ain't that nice.
> Jesus is portrayed as white, when he was actually dark skinned, and

He actually wasn't of any colour.

> then there is St. Nicholas, (Santa) who is also white.

There's not much sunshine in Lapland.:) Spray-on tan maybe?:)

> BTW, Santa, also spells Satan, when the letters are moved around.
> So, the white people created Christmas, a White Jesus and a White
> Santa, how White! Oh, and there is also, "I'm dreaming of  a White
> Christmas."
> "May all you Christmases be White."

It usually snows in Europe for Christmas.

> Oh, of course Santa (Satan) has a White beard and White elves.
> No wonder Mohammed Ali (Cashes Clay) the greatest boxer that ever
> lived, denounced the whole Christmas time scam and Santa scam, as a
> White fiasco--for people of Color.

He got that wrong though, - you can't expect European settlers to
change
the whole traditional theme on the account black arrivals. - It's bad
enough
as it is having a Commie-Cola Red Santa.

> Sure makes lots of money for the already wealthy.
> Sure makes people desperate after Christmas when the credit card bills
> arrive.

American Santa is a product of Coca-kola - That's why he had a change
of red wardrobe. And was embraced by American owned USSR.

> Oh, the homeless, sometimes get Christmas dinner at the Salvation
> Army, after which--they go to their cardboard boxes to sleep,( if they
> are lucky enough to have a cardboard box.)
> The fact that people celebrate Christmas (excess) while there are
> homeless in their own countries and world wide, sure don't seem very
> CHRIST CONSCIOUSNESS LIKE.
>
> > '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 down 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 tiny 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, DONDER 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 hand, 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."