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Everyone with an Echo speaker should try these 12 Alexa tricks today
https://web.brid.gy/r/https://www.mirror.co.uk/tech/amazon-echo-alexa-ask-christmas-36451510
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People discuss how Santa is able to deliver all the present in a single night, but they don't so much consider how he can fit all the presents of a single sleigh.
And if he doesn't have a shrink ray, that would mean there is a size limit for all the gifts and you will know when a gift isn't from Santa because it is over Santa's size limit.
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The big man loves cargo bikes (he's clearly had to be restrained with some ratched straps because he's so excited to see us).
Go by bike – it’s what Santa would want. #biketooter #cargobike #santa #fatherchristmas #cycling #christmas
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TikTok star, 31, found dead at home after haunting final video
https://web.brid.gy/r/https://www.mirror.co.uk/3am/celebrity-news/tiktok-star-31-found-dead-36412174
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Naughty or nice? Which list will you be on this Christmas?
Do You Believe In Father Christmas?
#flashfiction #Christmas #ghoststories #ChristmasFiction #Paranormal #ShortStory #FatherChristmas #SantaClaus
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Do You Believe In Father Christmas?
When I was eight years old, I did the most despicable thing.
On Christmas Eve 1970, I told my five-year-old sister that there was no such thing as Father Christmas. She was horrified.
Telling her that Father Christmas did not exist was the worst thing I ever did.
My mother was so angry with me. She sent me to my room.
I missed supper. I missed the carol-singers outside our house.
I missed seeing the first snowflakes of what was to be my first white Christmas. And I missed the evening of Christmas Eve, my favourite time of the year.
However, worse was to come.
I cried myself to sleep, blaming Father Christmas for what had happened.
Sometime during the night, I was woken by hands around my throat.
“You evil boy!” boomed the voice. I was too frightened to open my eyes.
“Open your eyes, boy! Do it, or you will never see Christmas again.”
He forced me to open my eyes. I don’t know how he did it, but he somehow did.
I couldn’t believe what I saw.
I was shocked beyond belief. It was Father Christmas who had his hands around my throat.
“You never, never tell anyone ever again that I do not exist. Do you understand me, boy?” I tried nodding my head, despite being in complete shock.
“Good. Now, look deep into my eyes.”
Seconds later, I saw a flock of robins in his eyes and, before I knew it, they were propelled into my eyes.
The screeching sound they made hurt my ears. I could not scream for help to my mother or father because of the tightly gripped hands around my throat. I finally managed to close my eyes, and the screeching robins and hands around my throat disappeared.
Terrified by what had happened, I crawled under my bed. I curled up into a tiny ball and shivered the night away. Sleep did come, but only briefly.
It was the sound of laughter that woke me.
I could hear the muffled voices of my family. It was Christmas morning, and they were already downstairs.
How could they have forgotten to wake me up?
I crawled out from under my bed and made my way past the open door of my bedroom. On the floor, at the top of the stairs, were two empty Christmas stockings. How could they have emptied their stockings without me?
I ran down the stairs and into the lounge, which was lit up with Christmas lights.
“Mum, Dad, Julie…I’m sorry,” I cried, but none of them took any notice of me. “Please forgive me, don’t spoil Christmas.” But it was no good, they just ignored me.
That’s when I saw the strange boy.
“Oh, that’s lovely, Hugh. Grandma sure knows how to knit Christmas jumpers,” laughed Dad, as he hugged the strange boy.
For the rest of the day, I watched as the boy with my name took my place. Nobody bothered me. Nobody even noticed I was there. It was as if I were a ghost.
I finally went to bed and cried myself to sleep. The whole family had arrived at our house and a Christmas party was in full swing.
The next morning, my mother woke me up.
“Are you feeling better, Hugh?”
“Are you talking to me?” I asked her.
“Of course, I am. Who else goes by your name in this house? Come on, it’s Boxing Day, and we need to get over to Grandma’s house.”
I didn’t ever say anything to anybody about what had happened, and I didn’t see the strange-looking boy with my name again.
Well, I didn’t see him until the following Christmas Day when the whole thing happened again. And it’s happened every Christmas since then.
You see, my place is now taken by a ghost, but only on that one day of the year when I become a ghost.
I’m so happy and thankful that it’s not Christmas every day.
Do you believe in Father Christmas?
This short story was originally published on my blog in December 2019.
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#christmas #christmasFiction #fatherChristmas #fiction #ghostStories #ghostStory #ghosts #paranormal #santaClaus #shortStories #shortStory
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You know, I do love Raymond Briggs' #FatherChristmas
They show it every year. I love it for the mundanity of him going on holiday and eating food at restaurants.
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"Come on, Krampus. Work awaits. There are gifts to distribute and children to make happy." - "And bad people to punish, growl." - "Indeed. So let's get going. It will be a long night." #HolidaySeason #ToyPhotography #FourHorsemenStudios #Krampus #FatherChristmas
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Here Comes Santa Claus - Father Christmas - #SoundCloud #Music #FatherChristmas #Christmas #MerryChristmas
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It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas - Father Christmas - #SoundCloud #Music #FatherChristmas #SaintNick #Xmas #MerryChristmas
https://soundcloud.com/father-christmas-official/its-beginning-to-look-a-lot-like-christmas -
BBC:llä piiiiiitkä juttu Lapin helleaallosta.
No #coolcations in Finland atm. Because of the climate change and the heat.
https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cn0ql98x1nvo#Finland #Suomi #helle #kuumuus #helleaalto #HeatWave #heat #Lappi #Lappland #Rovaniemi #joulupukki #SantaClaus #FatherChristmas #ilmastokriisi #ilmastonmuutos #ilmasto #ClimateCrisis #ClimateChange #climate #napapiiri #ArcticCircle #Arctic
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Father Christmas's wonderfully shaky handwriting deserves a Font! Don't you agree? 🤔😅😎
There is so much to do!
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Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer - Father Christmas - #SoundCloud #Christmas #MerryChristmas #FatherChristmas #Music
https://soundcloud.com/father-christmas-official/rudolph-the-red-nosed-reindeer -
The AI Fix #30: ChatGPT reveals the devastating truth about Santa (Merry Christmas!) https://grahamcluley.com/the-ai-fix-30/ #artificialintelligence #FatherChristmas #SantaClaus #Lawℴ #TheAIFix #ChatGPT #Podcast #Google #OpenAI #AI
