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The town decided to put on a Christmas carol performance, but there was some drama in the cast. The choir was a mess, the stage crew had forgotten the props, and the lead singer kept missing the high notes.

In the middle of “Silent Night,” the audience started to get restless, and little Timmy, sitting in the front row, loudly whispered,

“Mom, why is everyone singing so off-key?”

Mom, trying to hush him, said, “Timmy, just enjoy the Christmas spirit.”

But Timmy shouted, “I’m enjoying the Christmas chaos!”

Frosty the Snowman was tired of the cold, so he decided to take a vacation to Las Vegas. After a long, sunny plane ride, he checked into a hotel.

The bellhop looked at him in shock. “Uh, are you… sure you want to be in Vegas?”

Frosty grinned and said, “I’ve got a cool feeling about this!”

After a few days, Frosty had lost most of his snow, and his top hat was now a melted puddle.

He sighed, “Maybe it’s time for a cool getaway back home!”

On Christmas Eve, little Timmy made a wish that Santa would deliver the best gift ever. When he woke up the next morning, he ran downstairs to find… a giant pile of socks, mittens, and a sweater.

Timmy was disappointed and said, “Santa didn’t listen to my wish!”

His dad smiled and said, “Well, Timmy, the true Christmas miracle is warmth—and these socks will keep your feet cozy all year long!”

Timmy thought for a second, then grinned. “Next year, I’ll just ask for a heating pad!”

A father passing by his son’s bedroom, was astonished to see the bed was nicely made, and everything was picked up.

Then, he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow.

It was addressed, “Dad.”

With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter, with trembling hands…

“Dear, Dad.

It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you.

I had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mum and you.

I’ve been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her because of her piercings,

tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am.

But it’s not only the passion, Dad.

She’s pregnant.

Stacy said that we will be very happy.

She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter.

In the meantime, we’ll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, so Stacy can get better.

She sure deserves it!

Don’t worry, Dad.

I’m 15, and I know how to take care of myself.

Someday, I’m sure we’ll be back to visit, so you can get to know your many grandchildren.

Love, your son, Joshua.

P.S.
Dad, none of the above is true.
I’m over at Jason’s house.
I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school report that’s on the kitchen table.
Call when it is safe for me to come home!

A rabbit hops into a pub and asks the bartender, “Could I get a pint of beer and a Ham and Cheese Toastie?”

The bartender is taken aback but serves the rabbit his order. The rabbit enjoys his beer, devours the toastie, and then leaves.

The next night, the rabbit returns and once again requests a pint of beer and a Ham and Cheese Toastie. Word has spread, and the pub is buzzing with curious patrons. The bartender serves the rabbit, who eats and drinks before heading out.

By the third night, the pub is packed to the brim. As the rabbit walks in and orders his usual, the crowd falls silent in anticipation. The bartender hands over the pint and toastie, and the room erupts in applause as the rabbit finishes his meal and exits.

On the fourth night, there’s standing room only. People have travelled from far and wide just to witness this unusual guest. The bartender is making more money in a week than he did all of last year.

But when the rabbit walks in and asks for his usual, the bartender’s face falls. “I’m sorry, my friend,” he says, “but we’re all out of Ham and Cheese Toasties.”

The rabbit looks shocked, and the pub goes so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The bartender nervously offers, “But we do have a very nice Cheese and Onion Toastie. I promise you’ll love it.”

The rabbit eyes him carefully. “Are you sure?” he asks.

With a grin, the bartender replies, “I wouldn’t steer you wrong. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

“Alright,” says the rabbit, “I’ll have a pint of beer and a Cheese and Onion Toastie.”

The pub bursts into cheers as the rabbit enjoys his meal, waves to the crowd, and leaves… never to return.
A year later, the pub is in decline. The bartender, who has only served a handful of drinks that night—most of them to himself—calls last orders. As he’s cleaning up, he notices a small white figure hovering above the bar.

“Who are you?” he asks.

“I’m the ghost of the rabbit who used to visit your pub,” comes the reply.

The bartender’s eyes widen. “I remember you! You made this place famous. Every night, you’d come in for a pint of beer and a

Ham and Cheese Toastie. People came from miles around just to see you.”

“Yes,” the rabbit says. “But I also remember that last night when you ran out of Ham and Cheese Toasties. You gave me a

Cheese and Onion Toastie instead.”

“That’s right,” the bartender recalls. “But then you never came back. What happened?”

“I died,” says the rabbit.

The bartender gasps. “No! How?”

The rabbit pauses before replying, “Mixin’ me toasties.”