The Christmas Story - Ends 15th January

Habbo name: 6x.Fr0sTeh.x9 <-- Zero not o

The Christmas Story




It was a very windy day. Winter vacation would be beginning for this school soon. The Lemons. Yes. Thats what the school's basketball team's name was. The Lemons. Yellow-Bay Highschool. Mandy Hated her school. All the teachers, all the holidays they celebrate there, and more. But the only thing she didnt hate, was the gym teacher.
Uni smiled. Uni loved to see all the kids in their school uniform. Uni was the gym teacher. Everyone likes Uni. He picked up peices of paper and pencils on the last day of school last year for christmas vacation. But back on the subject....

It was the 21st. last day of school till winter break. very windy, as mentioned before....

Uni started telling the class that they should start walking since it was Fitness Day.. every friday. But there was a fire drill today. And aringadingding the bell went off, and Uni sent everyone onto the roof of the school. Their school was 23 stories high. No way they could get downstairs in time. Yellow-Bay school was supposed to have 23 classrooms, built on a side. But the builder built it a little bit to much on the side. He said he was very sorry for the mistake, and that you couldnt notice it at all. Everyone noticed. Anyway, Uni and the class was on the top of the building, so they had to go to the top of the building. The wind was very strong. Paul almost fell. Mandy almost died of hybrophobia.. that isnt even a disease, and Penelepe said that her head got hit on the roof while they were on the roof. Uni was so terrified, he threw holly all around. Holly Falling Torwards... tons of people.

"BOP BOWING BOLLIE!" said the ton of people
"what?" said Uni
Uni continues to throw holly.
"TOP DROWING LOLLIES!"
"Huh?"
Uni frantiked with the holly.
"STOP THROWING HOLLY!" they said.
Uni stopped throwing holly.
the Alarm stopped ringing.
Mandy Opened the door.
"POINSETTAS!" she screamed at everyone.
They were Poinsettas with mouthes.
And Eyes.
And Horns.
The poinsettas felt left out cause the holly got alot of attention.
And everyone had a bad last day of school.
Because of Uni.

Then Christmas Came.

Uni delivered a beautiful red flower to the whole class to say sorry to all the teenagers.

Unfortunatly he got them back.

habbo name: herbjr
habbox name: herbjr
Poem:
is a poem ok i decided to do a poem then a story


Once all of Santa's little elves
Craved some credit for themselves.
All year long they would work away,
While reindeer come for just one day.

And for that simple one night ride
Their names are sung both far and wide.
Now is this fair? Can you yourself
Give the name of just one elf?

These little guys who make the toys
That Santa takes to girls and boys.
Thought that it would not be wrong
And so they wrote a grand elf song.

"Here's to the elves, Bill and Harry,
Charley, Roger, Willie, Mary,
Edgar, Rosie, Lucy, and Fred.
Joe and Howie, Ruth and Ted."

So it went verse after verse.
Each extra verse just made it worse.
When old Santa heard their song
The thing was forty minutes long.

It started, he cried, "Ho, Ho Ho!!
Ten verses and he shouted, "Whoa!
Here is one thing I know real well
A list of all you elves won't sell." "The thing you really have to show
Is one to be your elf hero.
When folks cheer, their praise will stand
For all the elves in Santaland.

"The way to make a good selection
Is to hold a special elf election."
They did and when the votes were castThe whole elf nation then was ready
To proclaim their hero "Friendly Freddie'
Now Friendly Fred was very cool
He earned all A's in Elf High School.

Here are some talents of this elf:
Why, he could line dance by himself.
He'd play the strings right off a fiddle
And Fred would solve the toughest riddle Intelligent and handsome, too.
He was quite tall at two foot two.
On tiptoes he could clearly see
Above the tallest reindeer knee.

There was a famous elf at last.
Amid elf cheers in Santa Land,
Santa spoke and shook Fred's hand,
"Friendly Freddie, I think, perhaps
You'll fly with me and read the maps."

Fred took a minute to absorb it:
He'd be the first elf into orbit.
And as his elf heart swelled with pride.
He cried, "I'll be on Santa's ride." Now each and every Christmas night,
Freddie is there on Santa's right.
Without him Santa wouldn't know
How to get where he must go.
With those maps Fred's sure to be
An expert in geography.
Now all the elves are very proud,
As they sing this song, long and loud:


Up on the housetop goes our Fred.
All dressed up in his suit of red.
Helping Santa deliver toys
That we elves made for girls and boys.

Go! Fred! Go! Oh, what a show
Go! Fred! Go! Our elf hero--oo
We elves can cheer the whole night long
And we can sing this nice elf song.

The whole year long we work away
To build a happy Christmas Day.
And we are proud tonight because
An elf is riding with Santa Claus.

Go! Fred! Go! Oh, what a show
Go! Fred! Go! Our elf hero--oo
We elves can cheer the whole night long
And we can sing this nice elf song.

So Santa likes this new elf song
That makes elves know that they belong.
Here is a secret he shares with you
The reindeer like to sing it, too.

Go! Fred! Go! Oh, what a show
Go! Fred! Go! Our elf hero--oo
Reindeer will cheer the whole night long
As we all sing this nice elf song.

Habbo name: Janegoben
Habbox name: Dizzley
Christmas Story (True story, happened about 5 years ago) :-
This is such a very terrible story about my naughty little sister that I hardly know how to tell it to you. Its all about one Christmas time. Now, my naughty little sister was ever so pleased when Christmas began to draw near, because she liked all the excitement of the turkeys, crackers, presents, and all the wonderful Christmassy-looking shops, but there was one very awful thing about her - she didn't like to think about Father Christmas at all - she said he was a horrid old man! - I knew you would be shocked at that.
But she did. And she said she wouldn't put up her stocking for him.
My mother told my naughty little sister what a good old man Father Christmas was, and how he brought the toys along on Christmas Eve, but my naughty little sister said, "I don't care. And I don't want that nasty old man coming in our house." Well now, that was bad enough, wasn't it? But the really dreadful thing happened later on..
This is the dreadful thing: one day, my school-teacher said that a Father Christmas Man would be coming to the school to bring present for all the children, and my teacher said that the Father Christmas Man would have toys for all our little brothers and sisters aswell, if they cared to come along for them. She said that there would be a real Christmas tree with starry lights on it, and sweeties and cups of tea and biscuits for our mums. Wasn't that a nice thought? Well now, when I told my little sister about the Christmas tree, she said, "Oh, nice!" And when I told her about the sweeties she said, "Very, very nice!" But when I told her about the Father Christmas Man, she said, "Don't want him, nasty old man." Still, me mother said, "You can't go to the Christmas tree without seeing him, so if you don't want to see him all that much, you will stay at home." But my naughty little sister did want to go, very much indeed, so she said, "I will go, and when the horrid Father Christmas Man comes in, I will close my eyes."
So, we all went to the Christmas tree together, my mother, and I, and my naughty little sister. When we got to the school, my naughty little sister was very pleased to see all the pretty paper chains that we had made in school hanging all around the classrooms, and when she saw all the little lanterns, and the holly and all the robin-redbreast drawings pinned on the blackboards she smiled and smiled. She was very smily at first.
All the mother, and the little brothers and sister who were too young for school, sat down in chairs and all the big school children acted out a play that fascinated all of them. My little sister was very excited to see all the children dressed up as fairies and robins and elves and Bo-Peeps nd things, and she clapped her hands very hard, like all the grown-ups did, to chow that she was enjoying herself. And she still smiled. Then, when some of the teacher came round with bags of sweets, tied up in coloured paper, my little sister smiled even more, and she sang too when all the sang. She sang "Away in a manger," because she knew the words very well. When she didn't know the words of some of the songs, she sang "la-la'd."
After all the singing the teachers put out the lights, and took away a big screen from a corner of the room, and there was the Christmas tree, all lit up with starry lights and shining with silvery stuff, and little shiny coloured balls. There were lots of toys on the tree, and all the children cheered and clapped. Then the teachers put on the big classroom lights nd told us that we could all go and look at the tree. My little sister went too. She looked at the tree, and she looked at the toys, and she saw a especially nice doll with a blue dress on, and she said, "For me." My mother replied, "You must wait and see what you are given!" Then the teachers called out, "Back to your seats, everyone, we have a visitor coming." So all the children went back to their seats, and sat and waited and listened.
And, as we waited and listened, we head a tinkle-tinkle bell noise, and then schoolroom door open, and in walked..
..The Father Christmas Man. My naughty little sister had forgotten all about him, so she hadn't time to close her eyes before he walked in. However, when she him, my little sister stopped smiling and began to be stubborn. The Father Christmas Man was very nice. He said he hoped we having and a good time, and we all replied in chorus, "Yes," except my naughty little sister - she didn't say a thing. Then he said, "Now, one at a time, children; and I will give each one of you a toy." So first of all each schoolchild went up for a toy, and my naughty little sister still didn't shut her eyes as she wanted to see who was going to have the specially nice doll in the blue dress. But none of the schoolchildren asked for it. Then Father Christmas began to call the little brothers and sisters up for presents, and, as he didn't know their names, he just said, "Come along, sonny," if it was a boy, and "Come along, girlie," if it was a girl. The Father Christmas Man let the little brother and sisters choose their own toys off the tree. When my naughty little sister saw this, she was so worried about the doll, that she though that she would just go up and get it. She said, "I don't like that horrid old beardy man, but I do like that nice doll." So my naughty little sister got up without being asked to, and she went right out to the front where the Father Christmas Man was standing, and she said, "That doll, please," and pointed to the doll she wanted. The Father Christmas Man laughed and all the teachers laugh, and all the other mothers and the schoolchildren, and all the little brothers and sisters. My mother did not as she was so shocked to see my naughty little sister going out without being asked to.
The Father Christmas Man took the specially nice doll of the tree, and handed it to my little sister and he said, "Well now, I hear you don't like my very much, but won't you just shake my hand?" and my ignorant little sister said, "No." But she took the doll all the same. The Father Christmas Man put out him nice old hand for her to shake and be friends, and do you know what the naughty bad girl did? She bit his hand! She really truly did. Can of anything more Dreadful and terrible? She bit Father Christmas' good old hand, and then she turned and ran out of the school with all the children staring after her, and her doll held very tight in her arms.
The Father Christmas Man was very nice. He said it wasn't a hard bite, only a frightened one, and he made all the children sing songs together.
When my naughty little sister was brought back by my bother, she said she very sorry, and the Father Christmas Man just smiled and said, "That's all right, old lady." And because he was so smiley and nice to her, my funny little sister went up to him, and gave my a big "sorry" hug and kiss, which pleased him very much.
And she hung her stocking up after all, and that kind man remembered to fill it for her.
My little sister kept the especially nice doll until she was quite grown-up. She called it Rosy-Primrose, and although she was sometimes bad-tempered with it, she really loved it very much indeed. ;)

I may be submitting my own tonight but I thought that I would point out that the guy HERBJR that says he's entering a poem 2 posts above.. that's not his poem. He found it off the net. Here's a link to the poem for proof.
http://www.night.net/tucker/freddie-...die01.html-ssi . I don't think plagerism is right, so I decided to let you all know. :)

Mary

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Derek2004 copied another poem to :S

Eh, this is so appauling to me.. but here's another one.. Here's the link for the actual poem, and a copy of it (this guy just changed some of the words)
http://www.growley.com/poetry.html

A Birthday Affair
Dawn came early that winter's day,
As Christmas dawns do, for children anyway.
Rubbing weary eyes, jumping out of bed,
Clearing out cobwebs from sleepy little heads.

Waking up their parents from a warm winter's sleep,
Looking out in the yard, fresh snow… a foot deep.
All the little children of our little town
Were up and about, all running around.

Then down with a shout and a giggle of glee,
To the hearth, and stockings, and the big Christmas tree.
But all of a sudden they stopped with a stare,
For it looked as if Santa had never been there.

The tree was still bright with lights like before,
But there were no toys or presents on the old wooden floor.
The children were quiet, some started to cry,
They all were confused, their tears asking "Why?"

The parents told the children there was nothing to do,
There were no Christmas presents, but why? No one knew.
So they all had their breakfasts but none ate a lot,
Then all left for church at ten on the dot.

When they got to the church, the pastor seemed bright,
But he sensed right away that things weren't just right.
After all had been told his arms opened wide,
And he hugged one and all as he walked them inside.

His sermon that day was special for sure,
And as for the doldrums, it seemed the best cure.
He reminded them then the reason they were there,
And he told them that Christmas was A BIRTHDAY AFFAIR.

He told them that birthdays were times of great joy,
When we give our friends gifts like clothing or toys.
He told them that Christ was today's birthday boy,
And that them being there would bring him great joy.
He told them the story of the first Christmas night,
Of Mary and Joseph and a star very bright.
He told them to be happy, to sing! To enjoy!
He told them that Christmas was much more than just toys.

The parents just listened, and the children did too,
And began to understand, and to feel better too.
And a Christmas without toys was really not bad,
Especially when they realized all the things that they had.

So they finished the service, and jumped in the car,
And rode home to have the best Christmas by far.
And when they got home Christmas was complete,
For Santa had been there, on their very street.

To all he left presents, and smiles broad and wide,
And a little white envelope, with a message inside.
Then papa and mama and the kids gathered 'round,
And while papa read the note there was no other sound.

And it said:
Merry Christmas! (though just a little late)
I'm sorry for this time that I made you all wait.
I wanted you to think on this very special date,
Of the Christ-child whose birthday we all celebrate.
Merry Christmas! Happy New Year! Happy Birthday too!
-Love, Santa

The families went back to their presents and such,
But somewhat more slowly, they enjoyed it so much.
And Christmas was special that year so they say,
And that's how it's remembered to this very day!`
--Written by: Edward J. Igoe
Copyright 2004

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Originally Posted by Derek2004

Habbo Name: Derek2004
Habbox Name: Derek2004


Christmas Story: The Santa Runaway


Dawn came early that winter's day, as Christmas dawns do, for habbos anyway. Rubbing weary eyes, jumping out of bed, clearing out cobwebs from sleepy little heads. Waking up their parents from a warm winter's sleep, looking out in the yard, fresh snow… a foot deep. All the little habbos of our little town were up and about, all running around. Then down with a shout and a giggle of glee, to the hearth, and stockings, and the big Christmas tree. But all of a sudden they stopped with a stare, for it looked as if Santa had never been there. The tree was still bright with lights like before, but there were no toys or presents on the old wooden floor.

The habbos were quiet, some started to cry, they all were confused, their tears asking "Why?" The hobbas told the habbos there was nothing to do, there were no Christmas presents, but why? No one knew. So they all had their breakfasts but none ate a lot, then all left for church at ten on the dot. When they got to the church, the pastor seemed bright, but he sensed right away that things weren't just right. After all had been told his arms opened wide, and he hugged one and all as he walked them inside.

His sermon that day was special for sure, and as for the doldrums, it seemed the best cure. He reminded them then the reason they were there, and he told them that Christmas was A BIRTHDAY AFFAIR. He told them that birthdays were times of great joy, when we give our friends gifts like clothing or toys. He told them that Christ was today's birthday boy, and that them being there would bring him great joy. He told them the story of the first Christmas night, Of Derek and Joseph and a star very bright. He told them to be happy, to sing! To enjoy! He told them that Christmas was much more than just toys.

The hobbas just listened, and the habbos did too, and began to understand, and to feel better too. And a Christmas without toys was really not bad, especially when they realized all the things that they had. So they finished the service, and jumped in the car, And rode home to have the best Christmas by far. And when they got home Christmas was complete, for Santa had been there, on their very street. To all he left presents, and smiles broad and wide, and a little white envelope, with a message inside. Then papa and mama and the kids gathered 'round, and while papa read the note there was no other sound.

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habbo name: buckdog

i read this at school and wrote it from my reading book enjoy
Titel The Gift of the maji a sad christmas story
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One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.

In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."

The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.

Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.

There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.

Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.

Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.

So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.

On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.

Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."

"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.

"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."

Down rippled the brown cascade.

"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.

"Give it to me quick," said Della.

Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.

She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.

When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.

Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.

"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"

At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.

Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."

The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.

Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.

Della wriggled off the table and went for him.

"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."

"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.

"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"

Jim looked about the room curiously.

"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"

Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.

Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.

"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."

White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.

For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.

But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"

And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"

Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.

"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."

Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.

"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."

The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

Habbo Name: :Blonde:Punk:
Habbox Name: BlondePunk05
How The Scammer Stole Christmas

Every Habbo
In Habbo Hotel
Liked Christmas A Lot
But The Scammer
Who Lived In Scammer World
DID NOT!

The Scammer Hated Christmas! The Whole Christmas Season!
Now Please Don't Ask Why. No One Quite Knows The Reason!
It Could Be His Head Wasn't *****ed On Just Right.
It Could Be, Perhaps, That His Shoes Were Too Tight.
But I Think That The Most Likely Reason Of All.
May Have Been That His Heart Was Two Sizes Too Small.

But,
Whatever The Reason,
His Heart Or His Shoes,
He Stood There On Christmas Eve Hating Habbo's
Staring Down From His Home With A Sour, Scammer Frown.
As The Warm Lighted Windows Below In Their Town.
For He Knew Every Habbo In Habbo Hotel Beneath
Was Busy Now, Hanging A Mistletoe Wreath.

''And There Hanging Their Stockings'' He Snarled With A Sneer.
''Tommorow Is Christmas! It's Pratically Here!''
Then He Growled, With His Fingers Nervously Drumming,
''I Must Find Some Way To Stop Christmas From Coming!''

For,
Tommorow, He Knew
All The Habbo Girls And Boys
Would Wake Bright And Early. They'd Rush For Their Toys!
And Then! Oh The Noise! Oh, The Noise! Noise! Noise! Nosie!
Thats One Thing He Hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!

Then The Habbos, Young And Old, Would Sit Down To A Feast
And They'd Feast And They'd
And They'd FEAST
FEAST
FEAST
FEAST
They Would Feast On Pudding And Hot Roast Beef
Which Was Something The Scammer Couldn't Stand In The Least!

And Then
They'd Do Something
He Liked Least Of All!
Every Habbo Down In Habbo Hotel, The Tall And The Small,
Would Stand Close Together, With Christmas Bells Ringing.
They'd Stand Hand-In-Hand. And The Habbo's Would Start Singing

They'd Sing And They'd Sing
And They's SING! SING! SING
And The More The Scammer Thought Of This Habbo Christmas Sing
Then The More The Scammer Thought I Must Stop This Whole Thing
Why For Fifty Three Years I've Put Up With It Now
I Must Stop This Christmas From Coming
But HOW

Then He Got An Idea
An Awful Idea
The SCammer
Got A Wonderful Awful IDEA

I Know Just What To Do The sCAMMER Laughed In His Throat
And He Made A Quick Santa Claus Hat And Coat
And He Chuckled And Clucked, What A Great Scammer Trick
With This Coat And Hat I Look Just Like Saint Nick

All I Need Is A Reindeer
The Scammer Looked Around
But Since Reinderr Are Scarce There Were None To Be Found
Did That Stop The Old Scammer
No The Scammer Simply Said
If I Cna't Find A Reindeer I'll Make One Instead

So He Called His Dog Max, Then Ge Took Some Red Thread
And He Tied A Big Horn On The Top Of His Head

Then
He Loaded Some Bags
And Old Empty Sacks
On A Ramshackle Sleigh
And He Hitched Up Old Max

Then The Scammer Said ''Giddap!''
And The Sleigh Started Down
To The Homes Of The Habbos
Lay A-Snooze In Their Town

All The Windows Were Dar. Quiet Snow Filled The Air
All The Habbos Were All Dreaming Sweet Dreams Without Care
When He Came To The Finest Little Room On The Square
This Is Stop Number One, The Old Scammer Claus Hissed
And He Climbed On The Roof, Empty Bags In His Fist

Then He Slid Down The Chimmney.
A Rather Tight Pinch.
And He's Gonna Take Everything
Every Little Inch.
He Got Stuck Only Once, For A Moment Or Two.
Then He Stuck His Head Out Of The Fireplace Flue.

Where The Little Habbo Stockings All Hung In A Row
''Those Stockings.'' He Grinned ''Are The First Things To Go!''

Then He Slithered And Slunk, With A Smile Most Unpleasant,
Around The Whole Room, And He Took Every Present!
Pop Guns! And Bicycles! Roller Skates! And Drums!
Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And Plums!

Then He Slunk In The Fridge. He Took The Habbo Feast!
He Took The Habbo Pudding! And He Took The Roast Beef!
Then He Stuffed All The Food And Everything Up The Chimney With Glee.
''And NOW!'' Grinned The Scammer, ''I Will Stuff Up The Tree!''

The Scammer Had Been Caught By This Tiny Habbo Daughter
Who'd Got Out of Bed For A Cup Of Cold Water.
She Stared At The Scammer And Said, ''Santa Claus, Why,
''Why Are You Taking Our Tree? Just WHY?

But You Know The OldGrinch Was So Smart And So Slick
He Thought Up A Lie And Thought It UP qUICK
Why My Sweet Little Tot The Fake Snata Clause Lied
There's A Light On This TREE That Won't Light On One Side
So I'm Taking It Home To My Workshop my Dear
I'll Fix It Up There And Bring It Back Down Here

And His Fib Fooled The Child. Then He Patted Her Head
And He Got Her A Drink And Sent her Back TO bED.
Then The Last Thing He Took
Was The Log For The Fire

the night before christmas laurens dog barnie was happy after alll he was abandens but it didnt help that her was found by even badder owners than before so he deside to run away

Habbo name : same as habbox
One day in the lovley habbo hotel Jibbi Decided to dress up as santa *don't ask* she would go around the hallways and through the lidos giving out ducks to habbos for a crimbo prezzie every1 was like OMG when there prezzie but when they opened em they was like OMG THIS IS **** so she ran off to another room until she got to the skylight lobby where hell broke loose every1 was attacking her with the ducks!! she got cornered until i came along and tripped n made her fall out of the window :eusa_whis :eusa_whis u could see her fallin down through every window until she hit the info bus!!!!!! they was still throwin ducks at her though but 1 hit some one called Callie n made her dumb she was so dumb she decided to b HM poor jibbi had to be rushed off to Peru to donate her organs to kids...
The end :s

Don't ask where i got the idea for it cause it just came

Erm Happy Christmas??

Habbox name: :.frozen.:

Habbo name: :.frozen.:

Once upon a cold winter’s night the air was still and the stars shone brightly in the big black starry moonlight night sky, nothing was moving nothing was making a squeak as Josh lay in his small cold bed he rolled up his small window and took a deep breath in and let it all out with a big sigh. He had something at the back of his mind, something which bothered him but he didn’t know what it was he seemed to remember a word with huge meaning....
he looked around his cramped room to look for something which would remind him of this word in his head he looked out of his window he saw the leaf-less trees the sheep fast asleep in their fields, a candle which was lit inside the barn then he saw the sky, wow and what a sky it was tonight the stars were a bright as ever ad the sky was as black as black itself and something caught his eye, it was the most brightest star he had ever seen! It was perfect its brightness its shape the way it was on top of the world then he remembered a phrase from long ago when he was little, Christmas. But what was this Christmas that he remembered oh so long ago was it a kind of animal food or something he thought? It couldn’t be it seems to important his tiredness swept over him and his eyes gradually fell as he went into a wrestles sleep
He woke with a jolt realizing he had slept until 7:00 of course no one was up yet.
He dragged himself down stairs vaguely remembering his thoughts about Christmas last night. But there was so much to ask about it...
He poured some warm water in his bottle from the kettle and decided to ask some of his neighbours about Christmas.
He locked the door and took of looking for anyone to ask. Firstly he passed a woman running around her front porch, sweeping, dusting, cleaning and talking on her phone all at the same time!
So Josh went up to her taped her on her shoulder and she jumped and turned and hung up her phone and took a large breath of air.
Josh asked her "Excuse me miss, can you tell me anything you know about Christmas?" She looked perplexed at Josh for a brief second and said
"Christmas? Christmas?! I have too much on my plate already I have no time for Christmas!!!"
Josh thanked her and left sad that she didn’t know a thing or she was to busy to tell him about Christmas...
Next Josh approached a man sitting on the pavement, leaning against a wall and quite well dressed, with a bottle in his hand.
"Excuse me sir, could you tell me about Christmas?" Josh asked.
The man made a ghastly noise and then said with a slurred tone,
"Christmas? Christmas? Ha ha ah aha haa! I have Christmas in this very bottle but it's all run out!" and with that he started to snore and let the bottle fall to the floor with a **SMASH!** "thanks mister...” Josh said as backed away slowly with a sigh.
Josh sat on the kerb and saw a kitten sitting on the floor desperate for a drink, he was cold and shivering. "Mew!" the cat said as he looked at Josh with big eyes. Josh felt sorry for the poor helpless thing and gave the cat his warm water which the cat happily lapped up and stopped shivering.
"Well kitty, I don't suppose you know anything about Christmas..." Josh said, cuddling the cat, with a tear in his eye as a snow-flake fell on his nose and stayed there for a few seconds, then melted. "Oh great, and I'm going to freeze." a tear rolled down his cheek as he sniffed, when a hand rested on his shoulder, Josh turned to se a woman with a cross round her neck on a necklace.
"I've heard that you want to know about the true meening of Christmas," the kind lady said.
"You know about Christmas? I've asked lots of people and they all said it was either a bottle full of alcohol, being busy or stressed," Josh said with his cheeks glowing red because of the cold, and by now the snow was falling all around him.
"Come with me into the church and I will show you the real meaning of Christmas!" The lady said with a smile
Josh walked inside with the cat, following the lady. A warm air welcomed the cat and Josh as they entered the church, and the cat meowed happily.
they passed rows and rows of seats, and they sat on the very front row where there was some other people already there, all happy, warm, and not drunk, stressed or sad. Josh noticed at the front of the hall there was a manger with a baby in it and a man and a woman standing by the manger and three other men carrying shiny metals, kneeling down. They were all singing!
"Now this is Christmas, its all about celebrating the birth of the baby Jesus and how he sacrificed his life to save ours". Joshes eyes lit up as he listened to the lady telling him the tale of the life of the Baby Jesus and recently after that, the night before Christmas day, Josh joined the church and he was in the future nativity plays. He had done it! He found out the true meaning of Christmas!

(Also, the kitten wasn’t homeless anymore! Josh took the cat home with him and called him smudge. Josh and his family and their new kitty lived happily ever after. Aww!)

The End :)

This is the true meaning of Christmas, Christmas has turned too commercial in my opinion, and some people have forgotten the true meaning of Christmas. most people care about haw many presents they get and how expensive they were,
But, there is a meaning for presents; we give gifts to people as Jesus gave the gift of life to us!

Have fun and stay safe everyone! (also I hope you all have a happy new year!)