Yes, we've all waited for him, but he never shows...
that's the trouble with the 4 horsemen...there is no hope...
What's up! He manages to find Bend Oregon!!!
Have you been naughty or nice?
stinks...for some christmas never comes....
How sad...yet, there is something funny about this poem.
Well, I suppose a grown man who hopes to meet Father Christmas is kinda funny in a depressing sort of way.
I did once get a present from Father Christmas. It was a shoe box. It was empty. When I said "What's this then?" Father Christmas said "It's an Action Man." "But . . it's empty!" "Right, son. He's gone AWOL."
The miserable old b**t**d! Not surprising that you are too!
Did you forget to hang your stocking with care???
Sounds like a forlorn puppy waiting to be adopted....
I absolutely and utterly lovet it!!!
You're a true whacko, you miserable bugger! Where do you really live?
Love it (and your blog)!Anna :o]
I welcome your comments, the gloomier the better. I don't think there's much hope, but that doesn't mean I'm not interested in what you have to say. If you expect me to approve your comment before it appears, you're about to be disappointed. Never have understood why some hypersensitive bloggers need to see what others say before they allow the comment. Poor, sensitive wee souls.