There probably have been a crapload of "Merry Christmas" threads already, but right now I don't really care much. I've been absent for a good while, and will be for another couple of months for good reasons, but I sure as hell wasn't going to stay so completely away that I'd ignore everyone I know here on Christmas.
So, merry Christmas, everyone, and enjoy your holidays!
Edi
Merry Christmas, Everyone!
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Merry Christmas, Everyone!
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Why is it so goddamned hard to get little assholes like you to admit it when you fuck up? Is it pride? What gives you the right to have any pride?
–Darth Wong to vivftp
GOP message? Why don't they just come out of the closet: FASCISTS R' US –Patrick Degan
The GOP has a problem with anyone coming out of the closet. –18-till-I-die
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Long time no see, Edi.
Anyway, Merry Christmas to ye all!
Anyway, Merry Christmas to ye all!
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Merry Christmas To All!!
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Re: Merry Christmas, Everyone!
Merry Yule I say!
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Merry Christmas everyone and a whole goodie full of fun and love for all. 
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Happy Holidays to One and All, and of course Merry Kristinmas to Zaia 
To Absent Friends
"y = mx + bro" - Surlethe
"You try THAT shit again, kid, and I will mod you. I will
mod you so hard, you'll wish I were Dalton." - Lagmonster
May the way of the Hero lead to the Triforce.
Seeing as Dalton got miffed about me posting my Xmas story in his thread I'll do it here instead of making another thread.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through SD,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a newbie
The stockings were hung by the 'post reply' buttons with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The posters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of flame-wars danced in their heads;
And my girlfriend in her 'kerchief, alike I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When in the OT there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the computer I flew like a flash,
Logged onto the forums looking for someone to bash
The front page listing the users online
Explained the activity my eyes did hold thine
When, what to those wondering eyes should appear,
But a stickied thread at the top created by Darth Wong!
What could it be?, what moderator writ?
One thing I knew, it must be some serious shit
More rapid than eagles the posters they came,
And they whistled, and shouted, and called eachother names;
"Now, Dalton! now, Durandal! now, Spanky and Alyeska!
On, Stravo! on SirNitram! on, Aya and Phongn!
To the top of the forum! to the top of the thread!
Came the wrathful Darth Wong, in that moment of dread
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So out of that thread did the flamers now hurry
Before the forum owner could find someone to bury
And then, finally in surprise, I read on the page
The warning message for which that stickied thread had been made
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;
However a narrowing of eyes and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had something to dread;
He spoke not a word, but came straight to my side
Looked at my monitor which I could not hide
And reading what was there he wrinkled his nose
And flipped me the bird, 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 over the sea
NO PRESENTS FOR YOU YOU FOUL MOUTHED BASTARD OR FOR ANYONE AT SD!
Merry Christmas all.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through SD,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a newbie
The stockings were hung by the 'post reply' buttons with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The posters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of flame-wars danced in their heads;
And my girlfriend in her 'kerchief, alike I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When in the OT there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the computer I flew like a flash,
Logged onto the forums looking for someone to bash
The front page listing the users online
Explained the activity my eyes did hold thine
When, what to those wondering eyes should appear,
But a stickied thread at the top created by Darth Wong!
What could it be?, what moderator writ?
One thing I knew, it must be some serious shit
More rapid than eagles the posters they came,
And they whistled, and shouted, and called eachother names;
"Now, Dalton! now, Durandal! now, Spanky and Alyeska!
On, Stravo! on SirNitram! on, Aya and Phongn!
To the top of the forum! to the top of the thread!
Came the wrathful Darth Wong, in that moment of dread
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So out of that thread did the flamers now hurry
Before the forum owner could find someone to bury
And then, finally in surprise, I read on the page
The warning message for which that stickied thread had been made
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;
However a narrowing of eyes and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had something to dread;
He spoke not a word, but came straight to my side
Looked at my monitor which I could not hide
And reading what was there he wrinkled his nose
And flipped me the bird, 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 over the sea
NO PRESENTS FOR YOU YOU FOUL MOUTHED BASTARD OR FOR ANYONE AT SD!
Merry Christmas all.
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Not the original version (go look around Snopes.com for it), but this can be easily modified to any Soldier, Sailor, or Airman version, so here you go:
Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone.
I had come down the chimney with presents to give
And to see just who in this home did live.
I looked all about a strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind
A sober thought came through my mind.
For this house was different, so dark and dreary,
I knew I had found the home of a Marine, once I could see clearly.
I heard stories about them, I had to see more
So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping silent alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one bedroom home.
He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,
Not how I pictured a United States Marine.
Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?
His head was clean shaven, his weathered face tan,
I soon understood this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night
Owed their lives to these men who were willing to fight.
Soon ‘round the world, the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
Because of Marines like this one lying here.
I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone
On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
The Marine awakened and I heard a rough voice,
"Santa don’t cry, this life is my choice;
I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more,
my life is my God, my country, my Corps."
With that he rolled over and drifted off into sleep,
I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still,
I noticed he shivered from the cold night’s chill.
I didn’t want to leave him on that cold dark night,
This guardian of honor so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, whispered with a voice so clean and pure,
"Carry on Santa, it’s Christmas Day, all is secure."
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night!
More or less easy, anyway.
And, for another one I found, this one seemingly all Marine:
'Twas the night before Christmas, the stars shining
Bright,
The sentry was walking, his left, then his right.
His rifle it swung from his shoulder with ease,
His head kept alert from a chill in the breeze.
The troops were all nestled and warm in their racks,
While he stood his duty, his feet making tracks.
For he, in his helmet, with his rifle at side,
Had just settled down in that 12 to 4 stride.
Then what to the shock of the sentry appeared,
Was a little green sleigh pulled by camouflaged deer,
With a little old driver in dress blues and sword.
The sentry just stood there not saying a word,
He watched in amazement with eyes all aglow,
As the reindeer, in silence, pulled the sleigh low.
With a wink from the driver, a tip from his cover,
The sleigh like a huey, just pulled up and hovered.
The sentry was startled, bewitched, and in doubt,
But duty prevailed and these words rang out:
"Now wait a minute - halt who goes there!?"
But the little man smiled, "You've nothing to fear,
For as sure as it's Christmas, and as sure as you're
Here,
I've stopped on my route just to bring you good
Cheer!"
"Now attention to orders!" He said with a flair,
Then read from a page that he held in the air:
"For attention to duty while walking your post,
On the day of the year that we cherish the most,
Here in this place on this solemn occasion,
I thank you, Marine, on behalf of the nation!"
He saluted the sentry, and cut sharp and clear,
Then he took up the reins as he called to his deer,
"On Belleau, on Iwo, on An-hoa and Chosin,
On you named-for-places both hell-hot and frozen!
And he called out once more as he sped out of sight,
Merry Christmas, Marines, carry on and good night!"
Semper Fi!!!!!
(author unknown)
Enjoy this, and think of those who can't be home this Christmas.
Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone.
I had come down the chimney with presents to give
And to see just who in this home did live.
I looked all about a strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind
A sober thought came through my mind.
For this house was different, so dark and dreary,
I knew I had found the home of a Marine, once I could see clearly.
I heard stories about them, I had to see more
So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping silent alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one bedroom home.
He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,
Not how I pictured a United States Marine.
Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?
His head was clean shaven, his weathered face tan,
I soon understood this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night
Owed their lives to these men who were willing to fight.
Soon ‘round the world, the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
Because of Marines like this one lying here.
I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone
On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
The Marine awakened and I heard a rough voice,
"Santa don’t cry, this life is my choice;
I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more,
my life is my God, my country, my Corps."
With that he rolled over and drifted off into sleep,
I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still,
I noticed he shivered from the cold night’s chill.
I didn’t want to leave him on that cold dark night,
This guardian of honor so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, whispered with a voice so clean and pure,
"Carry on Santa, it’s Christmas Day, all is secure."
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night!
More or less easy, anyway.
And, for another one I found, this one seemingly all Marine:
'Twas the night before Christmas, the stars shining
Bright,
The sentry was walking, his left, then his right.
His rifle it swung from his shoulder with ease,
His head kept alert from a chill in the breeze.
The troops were all nestled and warm in their racks,
While he stood his duty, his feet making tracks.
For he, in his helmet, with his rifle at side,
Had just settled down in that 12 to 4 stride.
Then what to the shock of the sentry appeared,
Was a little green sleigh pulled by camouflaged deer,
With a little old driver in dress blues and sword.
The sentry just stood there not saying a word,
He watched in amazement with eyes all aglow,
As the reindeer, in silence, pulled the sleigh low.
With a wink from the driver, a tip from his cover,
The sleigh like a huey, just pulled up and hovered.
The sentry was startled, bewitched, and in doubt,
But duty prevailed and these words rang out:
"Now wait a minute - halt who goes there!?"
But the little man smiled, "You've nothing to fear,
For as sure as it's Christmas, and as sure as you're
Here,
I've stopped on my route just to bring you good
Cheer!"
"Now attention to orders!" He said with a flair,
Then read from a page that he held in the air:
"For attention to duty while walking your post,
On the day of the year that we cherish the most,
Here in this place on this solemn occasion,
I thank you, Marine, on behalf of the nation!"
He saluted the sentry, and cut sharp and clear,
Then he took up the reins as he called to his deer,
"On Belleau, on Iwo, on An-hoa and Chosin,
On you named-for-places both hell-hot and frozen!
And he called out once more as he sped out of sight,
Merry Christmas, Marines, carry on and good night!"
Semper Fi!!!!!
(author unknown)
Enjoy this, and think of those who can't be home this Christmas.
This is the price of war,
We rise with noble intentions,
And we risk all that is pure..." - Angela & Jeff van Dyck, Forever (Rome: Total War)
"On and on, through the years,
The war continues on..." - Angela & Jeff van Dyck, We Are All One (Medieval 2: Total War)
"Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear." - Ambrose Redmoon
"You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain." - Harvey Dent, The Dark Knight
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Can't you just say Happy Holidays without getting nasty?
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!
Can't you just say Happy Holidays without getting nasty?
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!
Me: Nope, that's why I have you around to tell me.
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Merry christmas to all in 5 hours.
Good tidings and porno to all.
Merry christmas to all in 5 hours.
Good tidings and porno to all.
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