Christmas In A Pot - Ends 10th December

[redflame123]

Habbo is hear
Habbo is hear
All good chear
Cos habbo hear
All the furni gettin sold
All the hackers are gettin told
And the crimbo furni is hear!!!
And all year round this is the best place to be.

Santers goin weee
Cos crimbo's is here
On habbo hotel
And no body swears
At the very best holiaday
That is crimbo
And every one is happy
And all the habbos have got very good chear!

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Habbo name: .:sunsweet:.[ its sunsweet plus de .: and :. front and back ><]

How all the sadness fleet to air,
Come, be lured into the Christmas lair.
Habboween is over, Christmas here,
So don't be sad, don't shed a tear.
Candles, menorah and a Christmas tree,
Dont be locked, alone, set yourself free!
Give thanks, love, peace and care,
Habbo Christmas is for everyone to share! :p


:eusa_danc [COLOR=Red]HAPPY XMAS~[/COLOR

[Ciaran]

Habbo name: =Godish=
title: christmas present
Son,your 21st christmas and we got you a CAR because you shine in the night like our bright STAR, try not to crash this car into a WALL, a tree, infact dont crash it at ALL....
Four weeks past and you come back to US and we find out you crashed into a BUS we are angry now get up off the FLOOR and get your big butt out that DOOR... come back next christmas and we will SEE if we can forget all this happened and live HAPPILY....
By Ciaran

[x!candi!x]

habbo name:x!candi!x
when your in bed at christmas eve night
and you here the snow bells ring,
you hang on tight
and try to nip to the land of nod,
zzzzzz you finnaly goto sleep
you wake up in the morning,
and you and your eyes open a peep.
you run down the stairs!,
wake mummy and daddy up!
and theres prezzies all over the place
all this on christmas day what a wonderfull holiday!
HAPPY CRIMBO!

[G-flow]

HaBbO NaMe: frontslide



Christmas is coming, christmas is near
Dont be glum, cause St nick is here
With prezzies in his hand just for you
what one to open, what to do?
What will you get? what will it be?
You'll just have to let it sit until xmas under the tree.
OH I CANT BE BOTHERED! LETS OPEN THEM NOW!

[Jenna]

Habbo Name: Jenna9876

Jenna was lying in her double lodge bed,
Her pajamas were old, raggidy and said,
Easter is near, have no fear

Jenna was lazy, unstructured, and messy
Under her christmas tree there was not 1 prezzie
It wasnt because she was mean, or cruel,
or because she had no friends at school.

She was a girl who was very blue
Christmas was something that to her was new!
She was asleep all through the night
She didnt wake up to see santa on his flight

In the morning, in her double lodge bed
She woke with a fright with mistletoe above her head?
Trees, poinsettas and much, much more
In a moment there was a pounding at her door

It was St. Nick
Not any prankster trick


Now next time you see Santa
Or one of his merry reindeer
dont think its just an ordinary day,
BECAUSE CHRISTMAS IS HERE!

[Jacko2kn3]

Habbo Name: Jacko2kn3

Christmas is here,
Get some more credits in your purse,
Go buy friends gifts,
While I am writing this verse.

The demand for furni is high,
Get it while you can
Buy it with your credits
And it'll appear in your hand!

Along the walls hang holly garlands,
Put down the tree in the empty square
Perhaps a stocking on the wall
And a Santa poster, with his fluffy white hair.

Wear your Santa hat
Lay down your Eaten Hams
Keep yourself safe through Christmas
Don't fall for stupid scams.

[Stitch]

Habbo Name=RFC-Dude
poem:

christmas trees all bright,
Santa coming tonight!,
oh joy christmas is fun,
i hope i get a plastic gun.

[silence.is.easy.]

Habbo: silence.is.easy.

The Gift

T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A BRAVE BRITISH SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND SOON DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."


Merry Christmas all you little habbos
WRITTEN FOR THE SOLDIERS IN IRAQ WHO WILL NOT BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS.

[Pulchritudinous]

Habbo Name - .x-AiMeE-x.

Title- Twelve days of christmas *In that tune*

On the first day of Christmas,
My true love said to me,
'So glad we bought a fresh turkey,
and a proper Christmas tree'.

On the second day of Christmas,
Much laughter could be heard,
As we tucked into our turkey,
a most delicious bird.

On the third day we entertained,
The people from next door,
The turkey tasted just as good,
As it had the day before,

Day four,
Relations came to stay,
Grandpa is looking old,
We finished up the Christmas pud,
And ate the turkey cold.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
outside the snowflakes flurried,
But we were nice and warm inside,
We ate the turkey curried.

On the sixth day,
I must admit,
The Christmas spirit died,
The children fought and bickered,
We ate the turkey rissoles - fried.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
My true love, how he winced,
When he sat down at the table,
And was served with turkey - minced.

Day eight,
The nerves were getting frayed,
The children ran for shelter,
I served up turkey pancakes,
with a glass of Alka Seltzer!

On the ninth day of Christmas,
At lunchtime Dad was blotto,
He said he had have a drink,
Before turkey risotto.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
There was nothing left to do,
As if that wasn't bad enough,
We endured the turkey stew.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
The Christmas tree was moulting,
The mince pies were as hard as rocks,
The turkey was revolting!

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
With a smile upon his lips,
My true love took me out to dine,
On a plate of fish and chips.