Then how the reindeer loved him As they shouted out with glee Rudy the Red-Nosed Reindeer You'll go down in history (Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer) (Had a very shiny nose) (And if you ever saw it) (You would even say it glows) Then one foggy Christmas Eve Santa came to say Rudolph with your nose so bright Won't you guide my sleigh tonight It's amazing how much we can learn from Christmas songs. Even "Rudolph, the Red-NosedReindeer"speaks of four-legged northern creatures bullying the "weirdest" of the group, and then realizing his potential could save Christmas. Here is another thought: What would be more amazing is using our new found holiday knowledge and use it year round. Several radio stations worldwide devote their airtime to playing Christmas music around the clock and thus, you'll hear music like "Mary, Did You Know," or "O Holy Night" at Christmas that you normally wouldn't hear in July. There is a market at Christmastime catered toward those who want to hear, or sing along, the story of the birth of Jesus whether they recognize him personally as the Saviour of the world or not. This same Saviour came to bring peace, and there are several events of this past year that bring to light the necessity of some sort of "peace" worldwide. Should we discuss the attack on those in Paris this year? This was obviously a terrible event that brought attention to the why's and how's regarding terrorism. Another topic of discussion includes Canada and her stance on welcoming Syrian refugees. Canadians can talk all they want about whether it is a good thing to allow immigrants from a wore-torn nation and a perceived threat of being violent themselves step foot north of the 49th. Sure, there must be some major "i's" to dot and "t's" to cross before the Canadian government should make it official, but I, for one, and my wife concurs, believe that if the peace of Jesus welcomes such people at his feet, they should be most welcome at ours. Blind Muslim Trust Experiment, Stockholm - An Experience of Acceptance and Peace Whatever songs you sing, hear, play and hum in the shower be songs you'll stand by next summer. Remember that line in the song "Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me." Perhaps that starts with welcoming refugees in your hometown. Perhaps it means helping your kids package up Christmas gifts for less fortunate neighbour kids down the street. You don't have to be religious after all to pick up the Bible for the first time. So since it is Christmas, take a read at the book of Romans chapter 12, verse 18, where it reads, "If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone." I suppose if we can learn anything from a Christmas theme, the story of Rudolph, that red-nosed reindeer, holds the best example: "Then all the reindeer loved him," after they realized bullying Rudolph about that bright red nose of his was foolish since Rudolph could make a difference in the world. We may not be able to save Christmas like our red-nosed friend, but we can certainly shed a little peace. "The Little Drummer Boy" Performed by John Schlitt - A Song About Humility and Peace Check out RetroSwitch's Christmas Special THIS FRIDAY, Dec. 18, 2015 with yours truly, Parker! It will be a presentation I hope you enjoy and will serve greatly for any gathering. Check out one of the songs featuring on the Special, by John Schlitt, solo artist and frontman of Grammy award winning band Petra, "The Little Drummer Boy." Experience music based on Scripture fitted for the Christmas Season and beyond. Coming Up: RetroSwitch Christmas Special Dec. 25: RetroSwitch Special Presentation: The New Young Messiah Jan. 1: RetroRequested: Songs requested by YOU!

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Editor’s Note: This is the second story in the series “Tragedy of The Wolf.” To read the first story “The Big Bad,” click here. “So I take a lighter to the Pigboy Magazine,” says the wolf, “and lob it into the treehouse.” The group around the sorting table breaks into laughter and mock indignation. “Den what happened?” asks Boris the senior mail clerk, an overweight grizzly bear wearing a pair of old wire frame spectacles. “Well, someone musta seen me. Next thing I know, a cop shows up at our front door, says I better follow him back to the station. So I go with him, just a cub in a ragged sweatshirt and a baseball cap, not the faintest idea of the world of shit I’m in. They let me off with a warning. Made the next day’s papers though.” Another round of grunts and chortles. Boris takes a long swig from a beer bottle. “So how’d you end up in this dump?” asks Donner, one of the older reindeer around the table, with fur speckled with grey. “I never did see those three pigs again. Heard they’re down in the valley now. Lawyers, finance-types, who knows. Assholes is what they were. Ma died a couple years later, so I drifted. Worked on a farm. Met a girl. Followed her around for a while.” “Well, Terry from Woodsville,” says Donner, “I’m sure glad we’ve got an extra pair a’ hands around—“ An eighth reindeer bursts into the mail room, its gait awkward and exaggerated. Donner and the other reindeer scatter, doing their best impressions of busy people diligently inspecting parcels, holding them to the light, weighing them, and then sorting them into bins. Boris lumbers around double-checking parcels nonchalantly, a beer bottle-shaped bulge showing through the fabric of his oversized trousers pocket. “Ey!” says the reindeer. “Ey! What is this? You fools ain’t being paid to sit around. We’re on the clock here!” He taps his watch as one would their feet: obnoxiously, that is. The reindeer has a narrow face and a long snout that culminates in a large bulbous nose and flared nostrils. His grey suit jacket is half a size too large and hangs shapelessly off his lanky shoulders. “Sorry Rudy,” says Donner, “just getting to know the new guy.” He nods at Terence, who smiles meekly. “Getting to know the new guy. Getting to know—oh, I’m sorry, did I interrupt you guys? Can I offer you some cheese? Some crackers? A glass of champagne? No? You sure?” Rudy pauses to adjust his tie. “Because if I catch anyone one of you slacking off again—there’ll be hell to pay. You get me?” “Sorry Rudy—“ “Excuse me?” “Sorry— sir?” “Good. And new guy,” says Rudy, “get the fuck back to work.” He turns on his heels and strides through the double doors. “Who the hell was that?” says Terence. “Rudy. Used to be just some guy who worked here in the mail room,” says Donner. “We never got along with him. Never liked him. Just something about him, you know?” “Real prick,” says Boris. “Then one day he comes in to work like he’s about to have a coronary. Says he was having a smoke in the parking lot the night before and heard noises coming from an old Mercedes parked in the corner. He went over to check it out, and lo and behold: it was The Chairman. Mister-fucking-Claus himself, in the back seat doing the dirty with his secretary.” “Then what happened?” says Terence. “Well, the next morning management promoted him to Mail Room Assistant Supervisor. The Chairman even came down here to congratulate him. Now he thinks he’s the shit,” says Donner, “Just— you know, play along so he can lay off our backs.” “Yeah, total douche,” says Boris. Jiksun Cheung is a brand strategist and a postcard designer. He and his wife share their home in Hong Kong with two boisterous toddlers and enough playdough to last a lifetime. His work appears in SmokeLong Quarterly, The Molotov Cocktail, The Daily Drunk, Flash Fiction Magazine, and others. Find him at @JiksunCheung and
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Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Lyrics – Gene Autry Singer: Gene Autry Title: Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid and Donder and Blitzen, But do you recall The most famous reindeer of all? Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Had a very shiny nose, And if you ever saw it, You would even say it glows. All of the other reindeer Used to laugh and call him names; They never let poor Rudolph Join in any reindeer games. Then one foggy Christmas Eve, Santa came to say: “Rudolph, with your nose so bright, Won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?” Then how the reindeer loved him, As they shouted out with glee, “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, You’ll go down in history!” Find more lyrics at You can purchase their music thru Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases Other Popular Songs:Ken Laszlo - Don't CryIshgenius & Kanaki - SIR FUCKO Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer – Terjemahan / Translation Anda tahu Dasher, Penari dan Prancer dan Vixen, Komet dan cupid dan donder dan blitzen, Tapi apakah Anda ingat Rusa yang paling terkenal? Rudolf si rusa berhidung merah Memiliki hidung yang sangat mengkilap, Dan jika Anda pernah melihatnya, Anda bahkan akan mengatakan itu bersinar. Semua rusa lainnya Biasa tertawa dan memanggilnya nama; Mereka tidak pernah membiarkan Rudolph yang miskin Bergabunglah dalam game rusa apa pun. Lalu satu malam Natal berkabut, Santa datang untuk mengatakan: “Rudolph, dengan hidungmu begitu cerah, Maukah Anda memandu giring saya malam ini? ” Lalu bagaimana rusa itu mencintainya, Saat mereka berteriak dengan gembira, “Rudolf si rusa berhidung merah, Anda akan turun dalam sejarah! ” Find more lyrics at Lyrics Gene Autry – Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Kindly like and share our content. Please follow our blog to get the latest lyrics for all songs. We don’t provide any MP3 Download, please support the artist by purchasing their music 🙂 You can purchase their music thru Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases Gene Autry - Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (Audio)
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Saturday, December 3, 2011 Then how the reindeer loved him... A beautiful window, looking like a work of art; the windows at Ermenegildo Zegna. I love the layers of the silver reindeer and the light blue lights on each. So classic, elegant and perfect for the winter Holiday. Posted by Window Dresser at 4:51 AM Labels: Ermenegildo Zegna, Holiday 2011 No comments: Post a Comment Then one foggy Christmas Eve. Santa came to say: Rudolph with your nose so bright. Won't you guide my sleigh tonight? Then how the reindeer loved him. As they shouted out with glee. Hey, that our Excellent. You look super. Ok...I got this and immediately thought of Gavin, and what a blessing he is! Love you guys! DeanaGOD LIVES UNDER THE BED I envy Kevin. My brother Kevin thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night. He was praying out loud in his dark > bedroom, and I stopped to listen, 'Are you there, God?' he said. 'Where are you? Oh, > I see. Under the bed...' I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my ownroom. Kevin's unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in. He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabledas a result of difficulties during labour. Apart from his size (he's6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult. He reasons and communicates with thecapabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably alwaysbelieve that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them. I remember wondering if Kevin realizes heis different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life? Up before dawn each day, off to work at aworkshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eathis favourite macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to bed. The only variation in the entire scheme islaundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a motherwith her newborn child. He does not seem dissatisfied. He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work. He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day's laundry chores. And Saturdays-oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. ' That one's goin' to Chi-car-go!' Kevin shouts as he claps his hands. His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights. And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips. He doesn't know what it means to be discontent. His life is simple. He will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be. His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it. He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax. He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others. His heart is pure. He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue. Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God. Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an 'educated' person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion. In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith. It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions. It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap . I am. My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God's care Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God. And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed. Kevin won't be surprised at all! LmYG1. 45 411 457 130 21 348 42 27 340

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