My Meandering Thoughts

My Meandering Thoughts

- By Fancyinheels

Fancy's Twelve Twisted Days of Christmas Countdown: Day 8

Three Wise Men at the Pearly Gates

 

Three men died on Christmas Eve and were met by Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates.

"In honor of this Holy Season," Saint Peter informed them, "you each must possess something that symbolizes Christmas to get into heaven."

The first man fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a lighter.  He flicked it on. "It represents a candle," he said.

"You may pass through the Pearly Gates," Saint Peter said.

The second man reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys.  He shook them and said, "They're bells."

Saint Peter said, "You may pass through the Pearly Gates."

The third man started searching desperately through his pockets, finally pulling out a pair of women's panties.

St. Peter looked at the man with a raised eyebrow and asked, "And just what do those symbolize?"

The man replied, "These are Carol's." 

 

And he passed through the Pearly Gates, St. Peter laughing behind him.

Fancy's Twelve Twisted Days of Christmas Countdown: Day 9

Christmas Carols for the Psychiatrically Challenged

 

SCHIZOPHRENIA - 
Do You Hear What I Hear?


MULTIPLE PERSONALITY -
We Three Kings Disoriented Are

- OR -
Do They Know It's Christmas?


DEMENTIA - 
I Think I'll Be Home For Christmas

NARCISSISM - 
Hark The Herald Angels Sing (About Me)

MANIA - 
Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Office and Town and and ...

- OR -

Deck the Halls and Spare No Expense!

PARANOIA - 
Santa Claus Is Coming To Get Me

PERSONALITY DISORDER - 
You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Then MAYBE I'll Tell You Why


DEPRESSION -
Silent Night, Lonely Night

BIPOLAR DISORDER - 
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas and I Hope That Your Stupid Grandma Gets Run Over By a Reindeer


SEXUAL ADDICTION -
O Come, All Ye Faithful

OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER-

Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell...

OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE PERSONALITY-
The Twelve Days of Christmas  

BORDERLINE PERSONALITY -
Thoughts of Roasting in an Open Fire

MASOCHISM -
All I Want for Christmas Is To Be Beat

SADISM -
I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus Just Before She Got the Whip Out


DELUSIONS -
I Believe In Santa Claus

ANTISOCIAL DISORDER -
Home Alone for Christmas

ALCOHOLISM -

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Happy Hour

PASSIVE/AGGRESSIVE -

Silent Night/Now the Bells Ring

ACUTE STRESS DISORDER -
Christmas Time Is Here and I Haven't Finished Shopping Yet and My Cards are Late and I Haven't Hung the Lights and I Haven't Baked Santa's Cookies and I Haven't Bought the Turkey and I'm Not Ready, I'm Not Ready!!!

Fancy's Twelve Twisted Days of Christmas Countdown: Day 10

While you're admiring your festive tree this Christmas Eve, consider the real story behind the birth of a beloved tradition:


SANTA'S BAD DAY

 

One particular Christmas season a long time ago, Santa Claus was getting ready for his annual world tour, but problems were popping up everywhere.

 

Four of his elves were sick, and the trainee elves didn't produce the toys as fast as the regular ones, so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule.

Mrs. Claus told Santa that her mom was coming to visit through New Year's.   

Frosty the Snowman told Santa that he'd better hustle and get airborne, as there was a blizzard approaching. 


When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that Blixen was about to give birth, and Dancer had taken off with Rudolph to play reindeer games. 


When he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked and the toy bag fell to the ground, scattering toys all over.  When he bent to pick them up, he heard a tearing sound, and discovered he had ripped the center seam out of his red trousers. 

Exasperated, Santa went into the house for a cup of hot apple cider and a shot of whiskey.  When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had been into the liquor again and there was nothing left to drink. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider pot, and it broke into hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor.  He slipped on a broken shard and ended up on his jolly, fat rump.  His face now red as his winter suit and growling under his breath, Santa went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw completely away, leaving only the handle.    

Just then the doorbell rang, and a very irritable Santa trudged to the door. He opened it to find a cute little angel smiling from ear to ear with a great big Christmas tree in tow.

The perky fellow was just full of enthusiasm, joy, and cheer.  He fluttered his wings, and with a flourish of harp music, said, "Merry
Christmas, Santa!  Isn't it a lovely day? Oh, I am so happy that Christmas is here again!  It's such an inspiring time of year.  Everything is so colorful and sparkly.  Don't you just love the hustle and bustle?  Santa, I have a beautiful tree for you.  Where would you like me to stick it?"

And thus began the tradition of the little angel atop the Christmas tree.

Fancy's Twelve Twisted Days of Christmas Countdown: Day 11

Another parody to the tune of, "A Holly, Jolly Christmas."

 

A Nicely Naughty Christmas    Fancyinheels 


Have a nicely naughty Christmas!
It's the breast time of the year!
Kiss a pretty elf
With an ample shelf
And a snow-pale "spank me" rear!

Have a nicely naughty Christmas!
It's the breast time of the year!
The thick eggnog

From your yule log
Will fill her cup with cheer!

Oh, ho! The mistletoe's
Hung around your tree.
A Fancy lassie waits for you
Down on bended knee.

Have a nicely naughty Christmas!
It's the breast time of the year!
Enjoy a sleigh ride
Or a full body slide,
Just get your chestnuts over here!

 

 

Ho, ho, now talk about an ungrateful ho:

 

Funny adult christmas cartoon Funny adult christmas cartoon

it's that time again! Fancy's twelve twisted days of christmas countdown: Day 12

Another 365 has blitzed by and here we are spiking the eggnog again.  Once more, as my rather unique contribution to holiday cheer, I present an off-kilter 12-day countdown to Christmas, a dirty dozen tart tidbits to counteract the molasses-sweet stuff being piped at us through the TV, radio, and over the speakers in every office and mall. 

 

Being the time of year for coughing as well as caroling, coupled with the fact that I was recently down and out with the crud, I'm kicking off this advent of dement calendar with my completely original take on the Christmas classic, "Jingle Bells."  (And if you steal it to pass on, at least credit me.) 

 

 

FLU SEASON ODE TO THE PHARMACY  Fancyinheels 

 

Dashing through the store

In search of nasal sprays

Before the viscous mucus

From a nostril strays.

 

Joining other zombies

Staring at each shelf

Hoping for a magic cure

Like a toy from Santa's elf.

 

Jingle bells, sneezing spells,

Coughing all the way.

Oh, no fun it is to bide

'Til the virus goes away!

 

Mounds of Kleenex pile

Like snow drifts on my bed.

I've drunk so much NyQuil

I feel dizzy in my head.

 

 

Every muscle aches.

I cannot taste or smell.

The ringing in my ear

Will drive me straight to hell. 

 

Jingle bells, sneezing spells,

Coughing all the way.

Oh, no fun it is to bide

'Til the virus goes away!

 

Here come the chills and fever;

Just call me Shake 'n Bake.

Ladle me some chicken soup.

Vick's Vapor Rub I'll take.

 

I've nearly broke the bank

on syrups, drops, and pills.

No remedy has worked.

I'm out of Tamiflu refills.

 

Jingle bells, sneezing spells,

Coughing all the way.

Oh, no fun it is to bide

'Til the virus goes away!

 

Just like the doctor ordered

I had the goddamned shot.

He's more quack than Daffy Duck

'Cause now I drown in snot.

 

Next year I'll skip the clinic,

CVS and Walgreen's, too.

A rabbit's foot might work as well

At staving off the flu.

 

Jingle bells, sneezing spells,

Coughing all the way.

Oh, no fun it is to bide

'Til the virus goes away!  Hey!

Halloween goes to the dogs

     

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