Christmas on the High Lonesome
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Now it's officially Christmas.
I've always said that it's not Christmas until we hear from Iggy. Thanks, Pard.
Boy, if that doesn't set the mood, nothing can.
Thank you, again, and again.
Thank you, again, and again.
Thank You.
Still fine after my 10th time read.
Top of the Season to All.
Still fine after my 10th time read.
Top of the Season to All.
Merry Christmas, Iggy, and to everyone else as well.
We can now officially start the Christmas Cookies.
Christmas is officially here!
Christmas is officially here!
Wingmaster
Member
I never will get tired of reading that.
Thanks Iggy. And Merry Christmas to you and yours.
Thanks Iggy. And Merry Christmas to you and yours.
Birdgun
Member
Thanks for the wonderful story!
The story of Iggy brought back a fond Christmas remembrance of mine.
My little 6-year-old sister slammed our front door right in Santa's face.
Our neighbor, Mr. Price, had dressed up like Santa and came to our front porch jingling a long strap of jingle bells and laughing, "Ho-Ho-Ho." Momma told my little 6-year-old sister to go to the door and see who's there. My sister open the door for just a moment, slammed the door shut, ran and jumped onto the couch and just sat there with her hands between her knees. Momma, asked my sister who was at the door? My little sister, whispered, "It's Santa Claus."
My little sister is now a 73-year-old grandmother.
If there isn't a Santa Claus, why are there so many "Santa's Helpers"?
God bless all of Santa's helpers. Folks like Mr. Price and Iggy in the story make the joy of Christmas so special.
"For unto us a child is born..."
Merry Christmas folks!
The story of Iggy brought back a fond Christmas remembrance of mine.
My little 6-year-old sister slammed our front door right in Santa's face.
Our neighbor, Mr. Price, had dressed up like Santa and came to our front porch jingling a long strap of jingle bells and laughing, "Ho-Ho-Ho." Momma told my little 6-year-old sister to go to the door and see who's there. My sister open the door for just a moment, slammed the door shut, ran and jumped onto the couch and just sat there with her hands between her knees. Momma, asked my sister who was at the door? My little sister, whispered, "It's Santa Claus."
My little sister is now a 73-year-old grandmother.
If there isn't a Santa Claus, why are there so many "Santa's Helpers"?
God bless all of Santa's helpers. Folks like Mr. Price and Iggy in the story make the joy of Christmas so special.
"For unto us a child is born..."
Merry Christmas folks!
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Thank you Iggyfor your Christmas story.One of the reasons I joined this forum was your stories.I miss them I hope and pray for good health for you and yours.I also miss David Keith’s stories and hope his health is good
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
