If you are wondering which movie might be nice to watch after Christmas Dinner, we found Mr. Black’s Top 10 Christmas Movies video on youtube and thought we would share.

You can find more from Mr. Black at http://mrblacksreviews.com.

Famous Stacie demonstrates how to spice up the holidays a bit with personalized gift aprons.

Check her out at http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=TheFamousStacie for more of this Mad Mommy’s videos.

We just learned of a great sale going on in Tampa for all you last minute shoppers out there. Our friends at the Paparazzi Boutique on Race Track Road in Tampa are having a store wide sale of 25% off! Just print out their online coupon and bring it with you into the store. The coupon is good today through the weekend.

You will find the hottest fashion trends and that perfect gift all wrapped up into a great savings at Paparazzi.

Where You’re the Star!
Paparazzi Boutique
12950 Race Track Road
Tampa, Florida 33626
(813) 814-4282

Check them our at http://Paparazzi-Boutique.com for more information and driving directions.

Couldn’t resist posting this fine recipe!

AWESOME CHRISTMAS FRUITCAKE RECIPE! PROBABLY THE BEST YOU HAVE EVER HAD!

Christmas Cake

Ingredients:

* 2 cups flour
* 1 stick butter
* 1 cup of water
* 1 tsp baking soda
* 1 cup of sugar
* 1 tsp salt
* 1 cup of brown sugar
* Lemon juice
* 4 large eggs; Nuts
* 1 bottle tequila
* 2 cups of dried fruit

Sample the tequila to check quality. Take a large bowl, check the tequila again. To be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink. Repeat. Turn on the electric mixer. Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar. Beat again. At this point it’s best to make sure the tequila is still OK. Try another cup… Just in case. Turn off the mixerer thingy. Break 2 eggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit.

Pick the frigging fruit up off floor. Mix on the turner. If the fried
druit gets stuck in the beaterers just pry it loose with a drewscriver.

Sample the tequila to check for tonsisticity. Next, sift two cups of salt. Or something. Check the tequila. Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table. Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink. Whatever you can find. Greash the oven. Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over. Don’t forget to beat off the turner. Finally, throw the bowl through the window. Finish the tequila and wipe counter with the cat.

Bingle Jells!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
- Marcus
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This poem was emailed to us from a friend so we thought we would share.

A Different Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know, Then the Sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
“What are you doing?” I asked without fear, “Come in this moment, it’s freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!”
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire’s light Then he sighed and he said “Its really all right, I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night.”
“It’s my duty to stand at the front of the line, That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ‘ Pearl on a day in December,”
Then he sighed, “That’s a Christmas ‘Gram always remembers.”
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ‘ Nam ‘, And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me pictures, he’s sure got her smile.

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and blue… An American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.”
“So go back inside,” he said, “harbor no fright, Your family is waiting and I’ll be all right.”

“But isn’t there something I can do, at the least, “Give you money,” I asked, “or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you’ve done, For being away from your wife and your son.”
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, “Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we’re gone, To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.”

The email appeared to originate from:

LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum , Iraq

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