When I was a child, my family was so poor that at Christmas we exchanged glances.
I was teaching my dyslexic friend how mistletoe works but I don’t think he stood under it.
I thought I would be proud of sealing all my Christmas card envelopes myself, but the whole ordeal just left me with a bad taste in my mouth.
I can tell Santa Claus is a man, because no woman would ever wear the same outfit every year.
Note to grandkids: When you stop believing in Santa you start getting socks and underwear for Christmas.
I wasn’t planning on giving Christmas presents to many people this year, until I heard about those exploding Samsung phones from Israel.
The main thing I want this Christmas is for someone to wake me up when it’s all over.
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Dr. Bob Griffin
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“1 cross + 3 nails = 4 given”