Christmas Writing Contest 2010

[buzz]

C'mon, you can't win if you don't enter!! I promise, no DVD's in the prize.

I tried to provoke some more participants but I guess I should have been more direct:

I officially call Christmas Castle on Mark, Will, Gregg, Dan, Miguel, Adam, and Nelson.

That's right, that just happened.

-Buzz

[ashauler]

I tried to provoke some more participants but I guess I should have been more direct:

I officially call Christmas Castle on Mark, Will, Gregg, Dan, Miguel, Adam, and Nelson.

That's right, that just happened.

-Buzz

Deadling is midnight cst this Friday............

[EGQ]

While this may not be the most appropriate place for this, I wanted to share the family holiday card with you folks... It is two-sided, so you'll have to scroll a bit...


And the flip side...


They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but I know that estimate isn't even close. Grace turns 2 this week, and being her father has been the most rewarding thing I have ever done.

To all of you in the "circle" -- happy holidays and all the best to you and your loved ones.

[ashauler]

Amazing.......I think it fits in just fine right where it is.

Merry Christmas to you and yours, sir!!

[mrtr33]

would have come sooner
but there's no dvd prize
no motivation

the "who am I?" Haikus. Feel free to guess.

goes to Mexico
plays with steel balls in large tubes
calls Castle on Me?

is NEVER offline
our own handmade bully but
yuengling isn't beer

started as a project
after building kiln it's now
full-fledged addiction

most relatives here
has a cool beer label bar
yet he still don't surf

now he's an admin
surviving Jackson's assholes
nice move on HP

a bit addicted
spends six months in Mexico
now watches grandkids!

I'm glad this Canuk
has a new girlfriend but what
IS that avatar?

can't grow tobacco
in florida but stalks
wooden indians

he is a daddy
had pizza shop on tv
media noche whore

assures quality
been in the woods since August
using tapatalk

chicago bulldog
whose little girl hates us all
she'll fit right in here


my apologies
to the brothers I have missed
diapers need changing




Highlights from the past year:

crazi paints pictures
was nice enough to condense
crazi in one thread

thanks for your service
but now you're a contractor
who wants free cigars

the eight day wonder
who already knows everything
a Davidoff fan

*just added*
will not do research
we're the "kids" for helping AND
he's from Michigan

[badwhale]

would have come sooner
but there's no dvd prize
no motivation

the "who am I?" Haikus. Feel free to guess.

goes to Mexico
plays with steel balls in large tubes
calls Castle on Me?
Buzz

is NEVER offline
our own handmade bully but
yuengling isn't beer
not sure...

started as a project
after building kiln it's now
full-fledged addiction
ashauler

most relatives here
has a cool beer label bar
yet he still don't surf
heftysmokes

now he's an admin
surviving Jackson's assholes
nice move on HP
cigarsarge

a bit addicted
spends six months in Mexico
now watches grandkids!
Paddy

I'm glad this Canuk
has a new girlfriend but what
IS that avatar?
craig

can't grow tobacco
in florida but stalks
wooden indians
Smoked!

he is a daddy
had pizza shop on tv
media noche whore
logan37

assures quality
been in the woods since August
using tapatalk
BIGWHITEASH!!!!

chicago bulldog
whose little girl hates us all
she'll fit right in here
egq

my apologies
to the brothers I have missed
diapers need changing




Highlights from the past year:

crazi paints pictures
was nice enough to condense
crazi in one thread
Daysitheartpainter

thanks for your service
but now you're a contractor
who wants free cigars
mooch1

the eight day wonder
who already knows everything
a Davidoff fan
savior

*just added*
will not do research
we're the "kids" for helping AND
he's from Michigan

cockchoke

[badwhale]

tonight....Dec 24th... have till then....

[heftysmokes]

Roller skates

I was eight years old and Santa brought me roller skates. They were low-top, royal-blue suede with white faux-adidas stripes and red wheels. The big "brake"--that knob that sticks out the front--was blue as well, and if you drug it along the sidewalk it would leave a trail. My sister and I got matching skates and when the weather got warmer, we'd have contests to see who could drag brake and leave a longer blue streak down the street in front of our house.

Twenty seven years later, and that's the one gift that I remember; the one that resonates in my heart when I think about Christmas' past: the toy that stands out in my hazy memory. When I think of my older sister it's inevitable those damn roller skates sitting there under the tree will eventually make an appearance in my mind.

Don't get me wrong, I have a ton of fantastic Christmas memories...
-sitting at the "kids table" with all of my cousins, getting whacked in the back of the head with a serving spoon for screwing around during grace,
-the year my uncle got so drunk he passed out on the living room floor and my Grandpa told my five year old self to stick an ice cube down his (very festive) turtleneck sweater,
-eating so much of my Grandma's lefse I spent most of one Christmas eve throwing up while everyone else played games,
-ten hour road trips across the state, excitement building the closer we got to my grandparent's house,
-eating
-eating
-Did I mention eating? All of those fantastic meals made by the Norwegian Grandmother one year and the German Grandmother the next.

I know, I know...what's my point?

I have a six year old boy now. He's two short years from my "year of the roller skates." There are literally dozens of presents for him under the tree from all of the grandparents and aunts and uncles living nearby, but only two from his parents. His mom crocheted him a really cool dinosaur stocking cap and his dad got him a Swiss Army knife.

My hope...when he's a little closer to 40 than 30 (as I am now) he'll think back to all of his past holiday seasons and remember that awesome hat his mom took the time to make for him. He'll remember the year when 5 grandparents and 3 great grandparents all sat together and ate too much prime rib and mashed potatoes. He'll remember using empty gift wrap rolls to sword fight with his little sister. My hope is he remembers all of the love in his house at Christmas time, not all of the presents.

I wish all of my cigarsmoker brothers (and sister!) a very happy holiday season, filling their homes with love, their man-caves with cigar smoke, and their stomach's with good food and better booze (but not too much or an unwelcome ice cube might make an appearance).

Merry Christmas, douchenozzles!