Podcasts about Bing Crosby

Thank you to Kleenex for sponsoring this special episode of The Nikki & Brie Show! The twins are fully leaning into holiday mode. With cozy mugs in hand, they're putting family traditions front and center. This episode is a love letter to the little moments that make the holidays special, from sipping hot cocoa to prepping for their legendary Drummer Boy Dinner. A tradition started by their grandfather, this meaningful family gathering brings everyone together to dress up, feel grown, and listen to Bing Crosby's “Little Drummer Boy”—and now, the next generation is keeping it alive. Between debating comfy vs. cute outfits, unboxing décor, and planning the kids' table, it's peak holiday chaos in the best way.The twins also dive into Christmas wish lists (for kids and adults), Santa logistics, and the very serious question of how many Santas actually exist. From Matteo asking to ride the Goodyear Blimp, to Birdie and Buddy requesting a baby brother, to elves with full-blown personalities and wardrobes they regret buying—it's funny, heartfelt, and wildly relatable. They even swap holiday traditions from around the world, sparking new ideas for future family dinners.And because life doesn't slow down for the holidays, Nikki and Brie catch up on Monday Night RAW, NFL suite life, holiday travel, and juggling it all with grace (and tissues nearby). It's a warm, laugh-out-loud episode about family, gratitude, traditions, and giving yourself a little grace this season. Grab your coziest blanket, pour something festive, and press play—you'll feel right at home. Call Nikki & Brie at 833-GARCIA2 and leave a voicemail! Follow Nikki & Brie on Instagram, follow the show on Instagram and TikTok and send Nikki & Brie a message on Threads! Follow Bonita Bonita on Instagram Book a reservation at the Bonita Bonita Speakeasy To watch exclusive videos of this week's episode, follow The Nikki & Brie Show on YouTube, Facebook, and TikTok! You can also catch The Nikki & Brie Show on SiriusXM Stars 109! Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Every grocery store speaker is now officially blasting “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.” And let’s be honest: sometimes it feels like a demand. The happiest Christmas music can feel like salt in the wound when life is heavy. If this season is not “merry and bright” for you, you’re not alone. That’s why many churches will hold “Blue Christmas” services next week. It’s an American tradition that says out loud what so many feel quietly: the holidays can hurt. These services dim the lights, play gentler music, light blue candles, and make space for grief. They remind us that the story of Christmas itself is no stranger to darkness—Jesus was born into a world of oppression and fear. Joy didn’t arrive because the world was perfect; it arrived anyway. I thought perhaps now, only halfway through the Advent season, it might be a good time to take a peek at the customs and traditions and plans that you’ve got on the calendar and see if you need to make any room for grief. Maybe the invitation of Advent is not to blast the cheeriest carol until we believe it, but to prepare room for joy by telling the truth. By letting sorrow breathe. By choosing practices that gently turn our hearts back toward joy without pretending the sadness is gone. What might that look like for you? A quiet walk near some city Christmas lights. A playlist that mixes Bing Crosby with a hymn that actually makes you cry. A phone call to the person who understands the empty chair at your table. Joy doesn’t demand we silence our grief. It asks us to make just enough room for God to slip in beside it. And sometimes, that tiny crack of space is all joy needs to return. Subscribe to Kate’s Substack for blessings, essays, and reflections that hold what’s hard and beautiful. Join us for Advent over there, too!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Christmas season starts earlier and earlier every year. Pretty soon we'll be setting up our tree before Halloween!  What do you think about this? Are you shamelessly here for it, or do you cringe when you hear Bing Crosby crooning White Christmas in early November? Is the joy that the Christmas season brings enough of an excuse to indulge in it two months before the actual event? Or is there something to be said for the delightful anticpation of Christmas?  What do we lose when we no longer allow space to look forward to something? We discuss this and more holiday-related topics on this new episode! ------------------------------------- COME TO ROME WITH US: Our third annual Bittersweet Life Roman Adventure is in the books! If you'd like to join us in 2026, and be part of an intimate group of listeners on a magical and unforgettable journey to Rome, discovering the city with us as your guides, find out more here. ADVERTISE WITH US: Reach expats, future expats, and travelers all over the world. Send us an email to get the conversation started. BECOME A PATRON: Pledge your monthly support of The Bittersweet Life and receive awesome prizes in return for your generosity! Visit our Patreon site to find out more. TIP YOUR PODCASTER: Say thanks with a one-time donation to the podcast hosts you know and love. Click here to send financial support via PayPal. (You can also find a Donate button on the desktop version of our website.) The show needs your support to continue. START PODCASTING: If you are planning to start your own podcast, consider Libsyn for your hosting service! Use this affliliate link to get two months free, or use our promo code SWEET when you sign up. SUBSCRIBE: Subscribe to the podcast to make sure you never miss an episode. Click here to find us on a variety of podcast apps. WRITE A REVIEW: Leave us a rating and a written review on iTunes so more listeners can find us. JOIN THE CONVERSATION: If you have a question or a topic you want us to address, send us an email here. You can also connect to us through Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. Tag #thebittersweetlife with your expat story for a chance to be featured! NEW TO THE SHOW? Don't be afraid to start with Episode 1: OUTSET BOOK: Want to read Tiffany's book, Midnight in the Piazza? Learn more here or order on Amazon. TOUR ROME: If you're traveling to Rome, don't miss the chance to tour the city with Tiffany as your guide!

IT FEELS LIKE CHRISTMAS, but it sounds like a new episode of Fire and Water Records! Ryan and Neil are back for one more volume of A Very Daly Christmas. The brothers are not just sharing another dozen favorite holiday songs this time, though. They're gifting each other some Secret (Santa) Questions, because apparently that's a requirement on the Fire and Water Podcast Network now. Track list "Santa Claus Go Straight to the Ghetto" by James Brown "Peace On Earth / Little Drummer Boy" by Bing Crosby and David Bowie "8 Days of Hanukkah" by Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings "old fashioned christmas" by Lyn Lapid "Christmas Alone" by Lola Kirke "DJ Play a Christmas Song" by Cher "If We Make it Through December" by Merle Haggard "Christmas Tree Farm" by Taylor Swift "Cantique de noel" by Andrea Bocelli "River" by Joni Mitchell "It Feels Like Christmas" by the Ghost of Christmas Present "Every Snowflake's Different (Just Like You)" by My Chemical Romance This podcast is a proud member of the FIRE AND WATER PODCAST NETWORK. Visit our WEBSITE: http://fireandwaterpodcast.com/ Like our FACEBOOK page – https://www.facebook.com/FWPodcastNetwork Use our HASHTAG online: #FWPodcasts Subscribe to FIRE AND WATER RECORDS on iTunes: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/fire-and-water-records/id1458818655 Or subscribe via iTunes as part of the FIRE AND WATER PODCAST: http://itunes.apple.com/podcast/the-fire-and-water-podcast/id463855630 Support FIRE AND WATER RECORDS and the FIRE AND WATER PODCAST NETWORK on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/fwpodcasts Support FIRE AND WATER RECORDS and the FIRE AND WATER PODCAST NETWORK on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/fwpodcasts Thanks for listening!

Send us a textA Very 70's Christmas: Silent Nights and Scandalous LightsIt's the holidays and the Back in Time Brothers Lou and DJ Paulie are bringing Christmas cheer right here. Join us as we dive into A Very '70s Christmas, exploring the decade's grooviest most chaotic and most unforgettable holiday moments.On this episode, prepare for:• The Ultimate '70s Soundtrack: Hear 12 original non-cover Christmas songs from 1970–1979. We spin soulful classics by Donnie Hathaway ("This Christmas") and the anti-war anthem from John Lennon and Yoko Ono ("Happy Christmas (War Is Over)"). We rock out with glam anthems like Slade's "Merry Christmas Everybody" and Wizard's "I Wish It Could Be Christmas Every Day," and feature progressive rock from Greg Lake ("I Believe in Father Christmas"). We also highlight The Kinks' social commentary with "Father Christmas" and the shimmering synthesizer sound of Paul McCartney's "Wonderful Christmastime."• Silent Nights and Scandalous Lights (Rock Talk): This segment reveals the drama behind the tinsel. Discover the high-pressure childhood of the Jackson 5 while recording their Christmas album which required endless touring rehearsals and late-night tapings. Hear about the near-disaster when a KISS pyro charge misfired during a 1974 Michigan show nearly turning the stage into a flaming ornament. Plus we cover the tense improvised creation of David Bowie and Bing Crosby's iconic "Peace on Earth/Little Drummer Boy" duet which was written on the spot because Bowie hated the original song.• Busted on the Back in Time Radio Show (Stupid Christmas Criminals): We expose bizarre true tales including the case of the drunk Santa who stole his own suit at a food court bar in Minneapolis the man who sabotaged a gingerbread house contest in Albany and the elf impersonator caught with three wallets stuffed in her tights at a corporate party in Columbus. We also recount the international case of the German ceramic mug thieves at a Munich Christmas market.• The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly of '70s Toys: Get nostalgic with the origins of the Nerf ball (the first indoor ball) and the beloved Atari 2600. Cringe at the anatomically correct Joey Stivic Baby Doll which had a "drink and wet feature." Finally remember the terrifying danger of toys like Lawn Darts (Jarts) which caused numerous injuries and deaths and shattering acrylic Clackers.Pull on those fuzzy slippers and turn up the volume—we're delivering soul glam rock and roll madness wrapped in one glittering holiday package.Support the showThanks for listening. Join us each Monday at 1pm Central at www.urlradio.net and follow us on Facebook!

Comedy on a SundayFirst, a look at the events of the day.Then, The Lucky Strike Program starring Jack Benny,  originally broadcast December 14, 1952, 73 years ago, The Gopher Trap.  Jack goes Christmas shopping for a gopher trap for Don Wilson, to the frustration of Mel Blanc. Followed by The George Burns and Gracie Allen Show, originally broadcast December 14, 1943, 82 years ago.  Gracie tries to get guest Kay Kyser married to her friend Tootsie Sagwell.  Then, the Kraft Music Hall starring Bing Crosby,  originally broadcast December 14, 1944, 81 years ago.  The traditional Christmas Show.  Jerry Colonna does his famous, "Can't You Hear Me Calling, Caroline?" Bing sings a medley from, "Holiday Inn."Followed by the Aldrich Family starring Bobby Ellis, originally broadcast December 14, 1952, 73 years ago, Roadside Refreshment Stand.   An outdoor refreshment stand in December doesn't earn enough to buy the boys a car. When Henry meets tired travelers at the stand, he decides to rent a family from Illinois rooms for the night in the Aldrich house.Finally, Lum and Abner, originally broadcast December 14, 1942, 83 years ago, Wedding Mix-Up.  Cedric has gotten another letter from W.  Lum suggests a plea of insanity!Thanks to Bill B. for supporting our podcast by using the Buy Me a Coffee function at http://classicradio.streamCheck out Professor Bees Digestive Aid at profbees.com and use my promo code WYATT to save 10% when you order! If you like what we do here, visit our friend Jay at http://radio.macinmind.com for great old-time radio shows 24 hours a day

Send oss en hilsen!I september 1977 møttes den gamle crooneren Bing Crosby og den unge rebellen David Bowie i et slitent TV-studio for å synge julen inn. Det som endte opp som en av historiens mest elskede julesanger, startet som en total kollisjon mellom to verdener – og var minutter unna å aldri skje.I denne minidokumentaren får du historien om hva som egentlig foregikk i kulissene da "Peace on Earth/Little Drummer Boy" ble til. Du får høre om rockestjernen som nektet å synge sangen som stod i manus, om de desperate låtskriverne som måtte redde showet fra kjelleren, og om hvorfor David Bowie i det hele tatt takket ja til å møte en mann fra 1940-tallet.Dette er fortellingen om et uventet musikalsk vennskap, en mor som elsket Bing Crosby, og 75 minutter med intenst håndverk som skapte magi på tvers av generasjoner.Sjekk flere episoder og mer innhold på https://musikkelskerne.no---Denne minidokumentaren er researchet og skrevet ved hjelp av KI og formidlet med naturlig formidlingsglede.  Support the show

In end of the year, musical history episode. Happy Holiday wasn't created as a Christmas song. It debuted in 1942 in the film Holiday Inn, starring BingCrosby and Fred Astaire. It's the same movie that launched “White Christmas.” The film's concept: a country inn that opens only on holidays, each with its own Irving Berlin song. Among them was “Happy Holiday.” Bing sang it as a general greeting — wishing joy for all the holidays throughoutthe year. Irving Berlin's songwriting was timeless: simple, warm, and instantly memorable. “Happy Holiday” fits thatperfectly. The lyrics are welcoming, and the message is essentially: enjoy every celebration ahead.

Miracle On Route 34: Part 1 Ginny gets a wonderful Christmas surprise. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Author's Notes: Someone asked me to write a funny and erotic Christmas tale, but since I can't be normal, it is taking on a radical twist that I hope people will find amusing. I've tried to make Santa awesome but also give him some flaws that the ladies will find both charming and irksome all at once. I wasn't going to call it anything lame like 'Here Cums Santa Claus' (in spite of my love of Elvis) so I eventually settled on ripping off a classic and beloved Christmas movie, naming it 'Miracle On Rural Road 34'. Couldn't help myself with the 'Yes, Virginia' quip, of course. As for Superman, Oatmeal and the Easter Bunny, well, get used to more groaners like that, because I like them. Merry ho-ho and keep your stick on the ice! , Management Chapter 1. Ginny Hale sighed forlornly as she sat on her chesterfield in the dim room, the only light provided by the crackling fireplace and some scented candles spread around to make the house smell like gingerbread. She'd made gingerbread cookies earlier, but they were predictably burnt and now her kitchen smelled like a Christmas elf's ass. She took another sip of red wine from her oversized glass, unable to decide who or what to be mad at, the weather, for bringing this god-awful blizzard on Christmas Eve, her so-called friends for ditching her after she'd gone to all this work to put together a nice party, or herself for going crazy and buying this (admittedly nice) chateau way out here in the boondocks. Still relatively new to her negotiator position, Ginny had landed a huge deal for the company she worked for and the payout bonus was one of the biggest ever seen in-house. Though she had an office, she had often worked from her cramped apartment downtown, where a glorious chaos only she understood reigned. But the payout had been large enough for her to purchase a very pretty home in the country, not more than ninety minutes from work. Her boss was so pleased with the deal that he said she only had to come in once a week, to pick up whatever she needed to work on. It had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now she found she was quite lonely. Few people were will to put forth the effort to come out and visit her. In fact, only three had since the summer when she bought it. Hell, even her boy-toy, Chad from Accounting, could not be bothered and was now just fucking Lily in the secretary pool instead. Bing Crosby was singing 'White Christmas' to her while she moped. The big bay windows to her back porch showed the fury of the storm outside. Driving snow had been battering the countryside for two days now and her boss had called her to just stay safe and not try to come into the city. He was a nice old man and she liked him. He'd actually taken a chance and given her the job, after she'd fucked him. She hadn't invited him to her little soiree, because his miserable old bat of a wife was hovering around him constantly these days, certain he'd been tipping on her. But even without Old Man Reese, she'd invited upward of twenty people and none of them had shown. Not even Claire, her best supposed friend, had made it out. She was probably too busy being pinned and screwed by her boyfriend anyway, Guido or Nunzio or whatever his name was. Dean Martin came on, singing 'Marshmallow World'. Normally this was one of her favorites, but tonight it just reminded her that she was alone for Christmas. Again. With another sigh, she drank the rest of the wine in her glass and reached for the bottle, turning it over. It was empty. Damn. She'd have to open another one. She walked slowly into the kitchen, wearing her ratty old fox-themed footie pajamas, having decided that if she didn't have to dress up for anyone, she was dressing at all. She took a deep drink of spiked egg nog from the jug of it she'd prepared while she found another bottle of zinfandel and burped very loudly. She wrestled the cork off of the bottle and poured most of the contents into her oversized glass, muttering that she didn't have to answer to anyone about what she did, she was a big girl. She slumped back down on the couch while John Lennon asked her what she'd done for Christmas from the stereo system. "Up yours, John;" she said testily as she drank more wine. She stood unsteadily, blinking for a moment to try and clear her head. She might have had a bit of a wine fog going on, since she'd nearly polished off two bottles of Old Vine Zinfandel in under two hours. Convincing herself that walking was not a bad idea, she tottered over to the bay windows, reaching a hand out in front of herself to make sure it encountered the glass before her face did. "Will you look at that shit out there;" she muttered to no one in particular. After all, there was no one around to hear her. Well, almost no one. "Hi, Oatmeal," she said sweetly, grinning lopsidedly at the bearded dragon that sat in a terrarium near the bay doors. "Looks like you're my Christmas date; again;" The tiny lizard said nothing but assumed a darker shade of purplish brown. "Same to you too, bugface." Ginny muttered sourly, annoyed at being spurned by a reptile with a brain smaller than a sugared peanut. She lumbered back to the kitchen, trying unsuccessfully to eat several pieces of the Turkish Delight she'd tried to make, but they were sticky and runny, most of the reddish-pink mess ending up stuck to the front of her pajamas. "Son of a fucking reindeer!" she spat, attempting to remove the pajamas, her sticky fingers having trouble with the zipper. She finally kicked the thing off and left it in a corner of the kitchen, now wearing nothing except her panties and a halter top. She stomped back into the spacious living room, thoroughly annoyed. While the music played, she looked around for something to do, taking another pull from the egg nog jug she'd brought with her. The hot tub. It sat near the bay windows, set into the floor and was large enough for five or six people. She'd been hoping that maybe a few people of the dozens she'd invited would show and maybe they could have a fun pool party. She'd even told everyone in the invitations to bring their swimsuits. But of course, no one showed. She was beginning to suspect she could live in Buckingham Fucking Palace and still no one would come to see her. This was, literally, the fifth Christmas she'd spent by herself. The timing for friends never worked out and her parents were always off in Monaco or some such place, avoiding the weather. Her mom had already called earlier that night, so she wouldn't hear any more from them for a few days now. She sighed yet again and pulled off her underthings, stepping into the water. She was drunker than she wanted to admit, though, missing her footing, squealing and tumbling into the tub with a splash. Ginny came to the surface, sputtering and hissing in outrage. Why couldn't anything work out? Oatmeal just stared at her impassively. "You win this time, gravity;" she growled, displeased with her inelegant entrance. Well, at least she'd been smart enough to put down the jug of nog before trying to get in. She turned on the jets and retrieved her beverage, taking another big pull as the tub rumbled to life. Ginny laid back her head against one of the padded rests and tried to relax, to let her frustrations go. She turned on the jets and allowed one to massage her lower back while sipping at a glass of wine. She tried to put the frustrations of the holiday behind her, to let go of the feelings of rejection and somehow not belonging. "Why did I but this new fucking home if no one was interested in visiting? Everyone said they thought it was so great, but months later, still no visitors. Do I really not matter that much?" It annoyed her to think not only that she was alone, but that doubtless most of the people who had ditched her were at home getting laid. Claire was doubtless face down and ass up on her bed, getting plowed from behind by Guido. Even Mr. Reese, the old geezer, was probably getting some, either from his wife or maybe one of his secretaries. She sighed heavily and sat up, putting her now-empty wine glass aside and deciding that just because she was alone on Christmas Eve didn't mean she wasn't owed at least one good orgasm. She leaned forward and rested her forearms on the padded edge of the hot tub, positioning herself so that one of her jets, the one she'd named 'Juan', was right behind her. She felt the flow of water begin to caress her and she rested her head on her forearms as she wiggled further back, feeling the jet more strongly now as it pushed against her ass and her cunt. With a sigh, she found the perfect distance and pressed her face down into her arms, letting Juan work his magic. Water pressure massaged her cunt lips, strong enough to part them and to tease her clit, sending thrills through her. She shuddered and sighed loudly, forgetting, for now, how much men sucked. She bit the knuckle of her index finger, lost in reverie. God, if only it were a man fucking her. "Alone; on fucking Christmas; where's, ah!, where's the justice in that?" She was sweating now and panting as the relentless jets battered her nether tinglies, the sensations overwhelming her steadily. She clenched her teeth and her fists, straining as she fought to hold on a little longer. She moaned very loudly, her whole body shaking as Juan delivered a wonderful orgasm. She panted and groaned shamelessly, knowing that no one was around to see her in her pent-up, frustrated lust, expending it on her Jacuzzi jets. The scintillating lights behind her eyes, however, were over all too quickly and the climax subsided, replaced by a juddering sensitivity that made Juan's caress too much to bear. She collapsed against the edge of the hot tub, moving her ass away from the jet. "Alone; again;" She may have needed the orgasm, but it did nothing to improve her mood. It didn't help that the song 'This Christmas' by Shoes had begun playing as the cumming ended. When it finally felt like her legs would work again, she turned around and slumped into a corner of the tub, as far from Juan as possible. Ginny stayed still for some time, until her feet and fingers felt that annoying level of pruny that made everything awful to touch. With the heat of the water and all the alcohol she'd drunk, she was feeling rather light-headed, so she turned off the stereo and shut off the lights. She found a plate of her fucked-up and burnt gingerbread cookies and left them on a table near the fireplace along with the jug of nog before beginning to head upstairs to bed. "Yeah. Fuck this day. And fuck tomorrow too. Maybe if I stay drunk enough it'll just fly by. Fuck Christmas." The second floor was an open space in the middle, looking down onto the main floor. A set of stairs led up on either side and the bedrooms were spaced around the gallery. She'd loved the design when she bought it, but this only increased her frustration when no one ever came to visit. "Gorgeous fucking house; ten acres of beautiful nature filled with deer and ugly-ass wild turkeys; a fucking pond people could skate on; shit, I even found a patch of landrace back there! What's not to love about my new home? Why aren't people shitting themselves in jealousy?" She reached the master bedroom, sighing at how big it felt since she had no one to share it with. She stood in front of the mirror, looking at her naked body and sighing. She was trim and fit, with nicely-sized boobs, she kept her cunt shaved smooth and her full lips were simply made to suck cock. Her skin was fair and even and her dark brown hair was long enough to pull on if you were fucking her ass or taking her from behind. So what the hell was wrong? The bed was certainly big enough for two (or maybe her and two guys who didn't mind getting close), but she plunked herself down into it and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the room to stop drunk-spinning. It took longer than she wanted it to, but things finally slowed down an she breathed deeply. She reached over with her hand and fumbled around inside the drawer of the nightstand. She finally withdrew an elegant glass dildo, a barely opaque white with bright red stripes curling around it to simulate a candy cane. It had been a Christmas gift from Claire, who had jokingly given it to her until she found a man for herself. That bitch. "Well, Frosty," she sighed, examining him. "Looks like it's you and me tomorrow. I promise to not get out of bed except to go to the bathroom or get more booze, okay? Because I'm here for you;" And with that she kissed the dildo and put it aside. She turned out her lamp and sighed deeply as she lay in the dark, waiting for sleep to take her. "Fuck Christmas;" A noise from downstairs. Her eyes snapped open. She was sure she'd heard something. Her heart pounded in her chest. She took deep breaths to try and calm herself, reasoning that she'd been drunk and it might just be hangover noises. Maybe just something like branches scraping on the roof or across the walls? Ginny felt a flush of anger and slowly rose, getting out of bed and putting on a plush yellow robe. There were definitely sounds downstairs. She grabbed her rape whistle and her high-school field hockey stick off the wall before quietly opening the door and proceeding out of the room. Her cheeks flushed with fear and anger. How dare someone invade her house? And in this fucking weather! "Burglars? Ruffians? Escaped cons?" "Well, at least if they see you they might have their way with you and break your dry spell." She shook the vile notion from her head, wondering where the hell that'd come from. Could she be that desperate to get laid? Ginny walked as quietly as she could, hearing noises on the roof. Raccoons? Looking to get in from the cold? Fucking trash pandas. She rounded the corner of the gallery and put her foot on the top step, her hockey stick ready. She crept down the stairs, still hearing the noises. They seemed to be coming from her living room. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to identify anything that might be amiss. Then she saw him, a symphony of red trimmed in white, the huge ass swaying back and forth as the intruder was bent over her at the base of her Christmas tree, doing God only knows what to it. He seemed to be humming to himself. She walked up silently until she was maybe ten feet away from him, her hockey stick over her shoulder, ready to swing. He didn't hear her or took no notice of her. "I don't want to hurt you," she growled through clenched teeth. "But you'd best get the fuck out of my house or I'll hit you so hard Google won't be able to find you." The person in red paused in their activities and then stood up slowly. After another moment's pause, they stood up and turned around slowly. He was slightly taller than average and quite a bit fatter than societal norms allowed. He had a fat face with dancing blue eyes and red cheeks. Beneath the tapered red hat was long, silvery-white hair and a very full beard and moustache. The intruder looked at her and grinned. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" he asked with a voice that could only be described as jolly. Ginny said nothing. She seemed to be rooted to the spot. She wanted to say something, anything, but she seemed to have been robbed of the power of speech. "W, who;" she finally managed to stammer. "Yes, Virginia," the visitor said quietly but pleasantly in a soothing voice. "There really is a Santa Claus." She blinked and shook her head, trying to articulate a coherent thought. The big man in red chuckled, clearly amused by her predicament. "Your egg nog was very good," he mentioned as he walked forward a little. "Your cookies needed a little work, but I appreciate the effort. Maybe a cookbook next year?" "Stay still!" she snapped, suddenly coming out of her stupor and holding the hockey stick behind her head as if she was winding up for a hit. "I'll deck you, old man!" "Oh, there's no need for that," he said cheerfully, totally unconcerned by her threat. "It's been a rough year for you, hasn't it, Ginny?" "Why do you know my name?" she asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Of course I know it," the man claiming to be Santa said jovially. "I'd be pretty lousy at my job if I didn't, right?" "If you're really Santa," she said tightly, still not understanding why she hadn't knocked this guy's head off his shoulders yet. "Then what was I doing the night of October seventeenth last year?" He tilted his head to the side a little and pursed his lips. "Are you sure?" "C'mon, you haven't got all day." "Very well," he said, sighing. "You were sitting in McPhearson's Pub, waiting vainly for Greg from IT to show up, because you'd given him a blowjob in the bathroom earlier that day and promised him more. But he went off with Becky from Accounts that night instead of meeting up with you." She blushed furiously at the memory. "I; that wasn't the day I meant! I meant the sixteenth!" He shrugged. "You had the day off and were really frustrated. You slid a condom over that very field hockey stick and used it on yourself, just to see what it was like." Ginny dropped the stick very suddenly. "How the hell do you know that, you perv?" The man shrugged. "I know all about you, Ginny. And every other boy and girl in the world" "Don't give me that horseshit!" she hissed, glaring at him. "I had too many Christmases where I didn't get what I want to buy into that cockamamie story!" "Well, you weren't exactly the most exemplary child, were you?" he reasoned. "I mean, you weren't horrible, it's not like you were out kicking puppies into woodchippers, but you spent more time in the naughty column that the good column, didn't you?" "What did I ever do that was so naughty?" she demanded hotly, her fists bunched up at her sides. "You and your brother could get rather friendly, couldn't you?" the man calling himself Santa pointed out. She faltered for a moment. "Lots of siblings play doctor. And those atomic booty bombs where I kept jumping in the air and landing on him were just playful." "While naked?" Santa asked, raising a bushy white eyebrow. Ginny blushed. "But that wasn't what landed you on the naughty list," he added. "What got you blacklisted was that you lied about doing your homework or cleaning your room while you were messing around with your brother. Your mom and dad would ask you to do your math and you'd slip away to play doctor instead and tell them you'd finished your homework after. Lying is naughty, right?" "Woah, hold the phone here," she said loudly, holding her head as if she was suddenly dizzy from a revelation. She didn't seem to notice that her robe had opened slightly, exposing her cleavage. "Are you fucking kidding me? Fibbing to my parents kept me from getting the gifts I wanted?" "Were the rules unclear?" Santa asked. "I thought the songs on the subject were so easy to follow." Ginny pinched her eyes in exasperation and then scowled at him. "I'm drunk," she concluded, trying to convince herself none of this was real. "I'm drunker than Sarah Palin and you're not really here. I'm still in bed and this is all bullshit." Santa shrugged. "I was putting stuff under your tree until you arrived and enjoying the nog. I won't mind if you go back to bed." "No, you're not getting off that easily," she said in annoyance. "You broke into my house in the middle of the storm of the fucking century and I want answers, dammit!" He shrugged. "Fair enough. Ask away." Her eyes narrowed again. "Aren't you on kind of a time crunch? Unless I'm the last person on your delivery list, don't you still have a shit ton of houses to visit? Say, a few hundred million?" He waved it off. "I've got it covered, I promise. I have all the time in the world for you, Ginny. I always have." "What, so you sub-contract out?" she said snidely. "Got FedEx making the rounds for you? Or maybe your 'Elves'?" She mentioned the last bit with air quotes. "Goodness, this has been a bad year for you, hasn't it?" he said sympathetically. "But to answer your question, I am capable of being many places at once." "Oh, so now you're the Kwizatz-Haderach?" she asked archly. "Hey, it's not just cinnamon I put in my Christmas cider." Santa chuckled. "It's rather complicated to explain." "So do you, like, clone yourself?" she asked, her guard seeming to slowly come down. "No, not at all," he said, shaking his head. "It involves Cherenkov Radiation, a Holmes field, a Gellar field and, to quote a friend of mine, 'a lot of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey; stuff.'" "So it's some sort of deep quantum shit?" she asked, her body finally relaxing. He nodded, smiling. "Yes, it's very temporal and quantum. I can be many places at once. It's why I don't have to pay for billions in window repairs every year by going supersonic around the world." "So even while you're talking to me, you're delivering presents?" she asked, the sheer depth of the conversation hitting her now. She walked over to a stool and sat on it. "Like I said, it's difficult to explain without breaking out the chalkboard and calculator," he answered. "The magnetic lines between the poles help, especially the one that emanates from the Fortress of Solitude." Ginny blinked. "Fortress of Solitude? As in Superman? You're friends with Superman?" "Of course not!" the jolly man laughed. "There's no such thing as Superman, silly, he's a comic book character. Had you going, though." "Holy shit, Santa's a troll," she exclaimed, looking at him in bewilderment. "Well, okay, let's assume that this is all real and not a vivid hallucination resulting from a brain tumor. If I've been such a brat all these years, how do I make up for it? How do I get off the naughty girl list?" "Well, a little restraint would be a start," Santa suggested. "I'm not saying go out and become a Carthusian nun or a Buddhist priestess or anything, but you might try laying off the rampant promiscuity." "Why is that so bad?" she demanded. "What's so wrong with wanting to get banged?" "Nothing," he said simply. "But inevitably you get yourself into some kind of weird situation and end up lying your behind off and lying is a naughty thing to do. So try keeping your legs bolted together a little more." "Really;" she said, clearly not impressed. "Celibacy lessons from Santa Claus. Now I've heard everything." "According to my report here and speaking frankly, it's taken guys a lot less attractive than me a lot less effort to get you out of your clothes." Santa mentioned. "This coming from a guy who could clearly use a few P90-X sessions!" she shot back hotly, standing up, her robe opening further as she stomped toward him. He looked down at himself for a moment and guffawed. "Oh, right, I keep forgetting about that; hang on;" The man held his hands out to his sides and began to glow. The luminous display lit up the room progressively and Ginny held her hand in front of her face when it became too bright to look at for several seconds. When the light finally died away, leaving them once again in the softly lit living room, Ginny gaped in shock at what she saw. He was tall, powerfully built, with chiseled muscles, an eight pack and flawless, healthy skin. He'd removed his coat but the red pants remained, stretched tight over muscular thighs. Long, wavy, copper-colored hair fell past his shoulders and the full beard was reddish-gold. The sapphire-blue eyes stared down at her, still glittering with mirth. "Holy Jesus on a pogo stick;" she breathed, her voice little more than a whisper. "You're a total lumbersexual;" "This is what I really look like," he said, spreading his hands out to the sides and showing her his body. His chest rippled as the muscles flexed with the motion. "But kids react to the fat old man disguise better." "I'll bet mothers don't," she murmured, coming forward as if compelled and reaching out to touch his chest and washboard abs. "It's like you're Photo-shopped." He smiled as her hands caressed his abs. "You make me want to not get off the naughty list." "I think I know what you really want for Christmas;" he said slyly. Ginny paused and looked up at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding?" "No, I can't lie." the man in red pants replied. "I thought it was Superman who couldn't lie." "Well, the writers had to get that idea from somewhere, I guess." Santa mused. "In any event, if you want, you could end up on the good girl list by being rather naughty." She stared at him. "So; get laid by Santa for Christmas?" He shrugged. "There might be some other goodies in the bag for you, but I think we both know what Ginny really wants and needs for Christmas." "This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy!" she thought to herself, wrestling with her sensibilities. "If this is all just a dream, then I can fuck hunky Santa and have no regrets. If this is real, I can fuck sexy Santa and remember it in the morning! It's win-win!" "Well, this is super-easy," she declared. "Santa, I want you to fuck my brains out for Christmas." "With pleasure, Ginny!" he said, laughing merrily. "Whatever you like, however you want it. I have to keep the kiddies happy." "Good, but just don't say 'kiddies' anymore, because that's kinda creepy," she said, throwing her caution to the wind. She knelt down in front of him, putting her hands on the oversized silver belt buckle and undoing it. Letting it drop, she put her fingers on the front of his pants, caressing them over the crotch. Her mouth went dry. "That'd better not be a secondary present sack you're teasing me with;" Ginny hooked her fingers into the top of the velvety pants and pulled them down, revealing his cock. She drew in her breath slowly, her eyes widening. "Jesus," she muttered. "You're hung like a fat kid's Christmas stocking;" "Thanks, I make due." Santa said cheerfully, watching her admire his cock. "By the way, shouldn't I call you something else?" she asked, looking up at him while her hand reached up to take his huge shaft, wrapping around it, barely. "I mean, most people call you Santa Claus, but isn't your name Nick or Kris or something?" He shrugged again, grinning. "Nick, Kris, Klaus, Pelznickel, Joulupukki, Kanakaloka, Dun Che Lao Ren, Weihnachtsmann, Swiety Mikolaj, Hoteiosho, Jultomten, I don't mind, Ginny. I just like hearing you say my name the way you think of me." "Hmm, Santa;" she replied, smiling as she stroked her hand along his shaft, eyeing it hungrily. How the hell was she going to fit that all in her mouth, forget her aching cunt? "Ah, don't use that word," he chided, holding up a finger. "Some words are still naughty, even when you're an adult." "Stay out of my mind then, creeper." Ginny said as she leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the fat head of his cock. She flicked it around the tip and then slowly took it inside her mouth, tongue rolling against it. "The hell? How can his cock taste like mint?" "Just wait til you taste my cum." Santa said, leering. "Fine, but it better not taste like turkey gravy or we're gonna box." Ginny said as she pulled her mouth back for a moment. She pumped her hand gently along the shaft, studying her quarry intently. It was definitely the biggest cock she'd ever taken on, and the best-tasting. She'd been experiencing trippy magic all evening, maybe she could fit this monster in her mouth this one night; She put the head back in her mouth and relaxed, slowly pushing down the shaft. She moaned as she felt him slide to the back of her mouth and then to her throat. She felt him tremble and lay a huge but gentle hand on the back of her head. "Holy shit; I'm deep-throating Santa Claus;" Ginny took a deep breath through her nose and then tried to relax. Her whole body was tingling with excitement and the whole minty cock thing was throwing her off. Her tongue undulated along the underside of his shaft while the fingers of one hand formed a ring around the base of his cock and the other cupped his balls, fondling them. Ginny was proud of her cocksucking skills and if there was anyone she ever needed to impress with them (aside from her 11th Grade math teacher), it was probably Santa. She calmed herself and began pulling her mouth back along his length, humming and letting her lips vibrate softly on his sensitive skin. "Now I know why Mister Bondi gave you that A in math," Santa chuckled. "You're a very naughty girl, Virginia." "Hmm, only for you, Santa baby;" she cooed as she pulled her mouth off his cock long enough to respond, stroking slowly and swirling her tongue around the head again. She then slid back down the entire length, moaning in pleasure. She could feel her nipples getting hard and her cunt was very, very wet beneath her robe. Both his hands were on the back of her head now and holding her gently but firmly. She began to slowly bob back and forth, thrilled at how she was able to take this enormous beast of a cock all the way in her mouth. Sure, maybe there was some weird physics involved that compressed space and time or some shit, but she didn't care and he certainly didn't seem to mind. "Hmm, very good, Virginia;" he said softly, stroking her hair. No one ever called her Virginia and she didn't know why it gave her a tingle when he did. His cock was very full and very hard now, like a pulsing iron rod covered in mint-flavored velvet. She almost giggled at the thought of how crazy this all was. She really hoped it wasn't a dream. Her thumb began to squeeze along the underside of his cock as her hand followed her mouth up and down his length. The shaft glistened wetly and the mint was making her drool. She undid her robe and let it fall away, the air of the room kissing her flushed skin. Her hands now took hold of his powerful thighs and she began moving back and forth along his cock more quickly. She could feel his hands flexing in her long, dark hair, caressing her skin. Breathing through her nose, she moaned as she sucked ardently, her cunt almost aching with desire. She was hoping he would last long enough to fuck her when he went rigid suddenly and groaned, gripping her head tightly and his hips shuddering. Ginny's eyes widened as she felt him began to cum inside her mouth, spurting strongly. She began swallowing hastily, almost in a panic as Santa pumped his hips against her face. "Holy shit! Fucking eggnog?" He kept cumming and she was sure she might actually drown when he pulled his huge cock out of her mouth and pumped it furiously in his hand, spattering her tits and stomach with his glistening load. She'd never seen so much cum in her life. It tingled on her skin. Finally, Santa relaxed, allowing Ginny to put her mouth back around his cock and suck the rest of his cum from him. He was sighing and breathing rather heavily, apparently having enjoyed himself. She eventually released him and smiled up at him wickedly. "So," she cooed, winking while she gently pumped his cock with her hand. "Am I back on the good girl list?" "Oh, I'd think so," he said, grinned. "But it's not like I've given you your whole present yet." "Jeez, you can still go?" she asked almost in disbelief but also delighted. She really needed to be fucked hard now. "Your cock taste like mint, your cum tastes like nog, your ass probably tastes like hot cocoa or nutmeg and you can keep it up all night?" "Up all night is kind of my thing, at least once a year." Santa said cheerfully. "So how would you like for me to give you the rest of your present, Virginia?" "Well, golly, Santa," she mused, making a show of thinking while she stroked his cock. "Since you seem to be the gift that keeps on giving, how about we just wing it?" He nodded and she stood up, keeping hold of his cock and gently led him over to the large chesterfield, hoping it would hold his rather muscular frame. She knelt on it, resting her arms along the raised back and smiled at him, wiggling her behind. She wouldn't believe how wet her cunt was. "You gonna hurry down my chimney, Santa-baby?" she asked, smiling slyly. "I can't believe you just said that!" he laughed jovially. He may not have been older, fatter Santa, but the laugh still definitely suited him. He stepped up behind her and took gentle hold of her hips. She could feel him press against her ass and she shivered in anticipation. He slid his massive cock up and down between her ass cheeks, teasing her until she was writhing in desperation. He seemed to know instinctively what she loved most. Which only made sense, since he was Santa. "Ready, Virginia?" he asked as he pressed the huge mushroom head against her sticky cunt. She nodded eagerly, unwilling to speak. He slid the head in, parting her lips and penetrating her. She groaned loudly as he began to stretch her inner walls. With a slow, steady push of his hips, he pushed the entire length of his cock deep inside her. It robbed her of her breath, she'd never felt so full in her life, even that one time she'd been so horny she'd fucked her parent's bedpost. "Ah; uh;" she gasped, eyes wide. The sensations were like nothing she'd ever experienced. His cock completely filled her to a delightful stretch that didn't hurt except in the good way. His iron shaft throbbed in time with her heartbeat. It was wonderfully warm but also strangely cool all at once, tingling, like mint again. How the hell could her cunt taste peppermint? "Language, Virginia;" he chided again as he pressed in just a little bit further. By right his cockhead should have bruising her brainstem, but there was no doubt some weird physics shit involved that she decided not to think about. She was getting fucked by Santa, after all. She pressed her forehead against the back of the couch and tried squeezing her cunt around his titan cock or pressing back against him, squirming her ass against his hips. She shuddered in delight, loving how he felt inside her. His hands reached under her body and squeezed and massaged her tits, sending delicious thrills through her. He began to move slowly back and forth, pulling back until just the tip was inside her and pushing in steadily, almost robbing her of breath. She began to feel like a blacksmith's bellows very quickly. The feel of his cock sliding inside her, stretching her and touching deep inside in ways she hadn't known were possible; "Oh my god;" she gasped, fingers digging into the back of the couch. "You're tearing me apart and I love it;" "Only the best for my Virginia," he said, his ruddy cheeks taking on a flush tone as he fucked her. Her fingers squeezed the meat of her thighs and hips or flexed on her ass cheeks. His heavy balls slapped against her cunt as he drove inside her. Strong yet gentle, forceful and commanding yet accommodating. She felt dominated yet exalted somehow. His hand wrapped in her hair and she groaned loudly as he pulled on it, craning her neck. She shuddered in pleasure, feeling her spine almost accordion as he thrust inside while pulling her head back. Her could feel the pulse of his cock through her whole body. Her nails scratched along the couch, almost clawing it. "Uh, you're gonna make me cum so fucking hard;" she wailed, feeling the sweat forming on her skin. "Oh my gawd;" "You're going to make me cum hard too," he panted, thrusting deep inside, thumping his hips against her ass. "You feel wonderful and tight, Virginia;" "Oh, God, he's gonna cum in me;" she realized. "Santa's gonna fucking cum in me and he's not wearing anything! Will my birth control work? Shit, will my kids always smell like mint?" "Oh, God, cum in me!" she panted, thrusting herself back against him and grinding shamelessly. "Fucking cum in me, Santa!" "Ya want me to cum in you?" he hissed, his body beginning to tremble. It felt like his cock was getting bigger inside her. "Want my cum in you?" "God, yes!" Ginny squeaked, clenching her teeth. "Fucking cum in me and make me scream!" They strained against one another desperately and then she cried out as a massive orgasm crashed over her. It battered her senses as she felt his hot-yet-tingly-cool cum bathing her insides relentlessly. Her cunt was making greedy sucking sounds as she came, her whole body shuddering almost uncontrollably. She squeezed and clenched and rippled her tight tunnel round him, reveling in the way he stretched and penetrated her ever more deeply. She collapsed against the chesterfield, panting heavily, her body drenched in sweat. His massive, hard cock was still deep inside her, pinning her to him. She felt like she was made of lead, an exquisite exhaustion while pleasure crawled over her languidly. That was beyond anything she had ever experienced. But he didn't seem to be done with her. His powerful hands took hold of Ginny and turned her around so she was squatting on the couch, her knees spread wide and her arms slung across the high back. She looked up at him in weary astonishment as he nestled himself between her legs and pressed his cock against her sopping cunt again. "Ah!" she wailed as he slid deep inside her again, his huge cock splitting her wide. Her nails dug into the couch again and she clenched her teeth as she sucked in her breath. Ginny tried to regulate her breathing while Santa began sliding in and out slowly, looking down at her with those penetrating blue eyes. "Jesus," she grunted, feeling almost like a rag doll in his hands, which gripped her hips. "Gonna fucking kill me with that thing!" "Oh, let's hope not," he replied, thrusting into her strongly. "I'm nowhere near done with you." She gazed up at him, trembling as he fucked her good and hard. She bit her lip as he squeezed her thighs, before moving his hands up to squeeze her tits, pinching her nipples. She groaned shamelessly as the delicious sting electrified her senses. She tried to squeeze herself around him, baffled by how big he felt inside her. She gasped and whimpered as he slapped her cunt lightly. She reached forward and raked her nails over his powerful chest, leaving red marks along the defined muscles. She ground her hips against him wantonly, thrilling to the look of pleasure on this face. "Uh, fuckin' wreck me;" she gasped, feeling another massive climax building inside her. "Make me cum on that beautiful cock, Santa!" "I'll take 'Things Virginia Never Thought She'd Ever Hear Herself Say' for a thousand, Alex!" he laughed. He reached down and took her ass her hands and pulled her closer, smiling warmly yet wickedly into her eyes as she sank further onto his cock, which penetrated her to the deepest depths yet. She could feel the head pressing against her womb. It didn't hurt, but she felt fuller and more stretched than ever. She felt him squeeze her ass cheeks while he thrust into her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tight, bumping up and down on his powerful thighs. She moaned loudly and bit his shoulder, trying not to shriek. She tried to squeeze herself around him again, finding that she could barely control her muscles, let alone fuck. She bit down as the warmth spread through her, tears of pleasure in her eyes. He thumped his hips against her even more strongly and they strained against one another. Then he growled and released himself, pumping her once again full of his tingling cum. She shuddered and cried out loudly, her head spinning from the unreal ecstasy. Crushing herself to him, Ginny held on desperately, like a ship battered by an unrelenting storm. They both slumped onto the couch, breathing heavily. She felt small and almost cocooned in his embrace. She was covered in a heavy sheen of sweat and could feel the thrilling tingle of his cum trickling out of her cunt. It wouldn't be a stain on her couch, it was a mark of honor. Their hearts pounded in rhythm as the orgasm passed over them and slowly flowed away. "Holy shit;" she whispered, her body still limp in his arms. "I think you've ruined me for sex. I should be mad;" "You have to admit, it makes sense that I'm better at gift-giving than anyone else on the planet." Santa reasoned, smiling and stroking her hair while she sat in his lap. "I'd say you were a little pent up there." "Mild understatement," she moaned, finally raising her head and smiling up at him. "Thank you, first of all. That was the best thing I've ever felt in my life." "I aim to please," he said cheerfully, caressing his thumb across her cheek and enjoying the shining look in her eyes. "Kinda my thing, after all." "So," Ginny purred, walking to fingers up his broad chest. "Is there a Mrs. Claus?" He shrugged. "There has been, of course." She paused suddenly and looked up at him, her smile replaced by a deadpan look. "What do you mean, there has been?" He seemed somewhat confused by her change in demeanor. "Well, there has been a few in the past, of course, there was Seeki first, then there was Ahoop, followed by Annalina, then Layla, Martha, Juliana, Gretchen and Jessica, Santarina, Kasey, Mary;" "I see," she said stonily. "You've had more wives than Elizabeth Taylor had husbands." "Well, to be fair, they've been spread over a long period of time." Santa replied. "And they were all special to me." "So then I'm not special." Ginny said flatly. "Well of course you are," he said, not understanding her mood swing. "You're my Virginia." "And Becky down the street is your Becky, and Sarah in the blue house is your Sarah and Hilda in Dusseldorf is your Hilda," she concluded. "Everyone's equally special to you, aren't they?" He didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry, I'm not being fair," she sighed. "I just; well, I thought maybe this; ya know, tonight, was truly special. And clearly you're not good at lying." "Well, no, not at all." Santa agreed, still holding her and wondering how he could comfort her. "I can't lie." "Like, literally can't?" she asked, now curious more than anything. "It's part of your genetic makeup that you can't lie?" "No, nothing like that," he admitted. "But after spending centuries with kids and teaching them to always tell the truth, I haven't tried telling a lie in so long I don't even know how to do it." "You don't know how to lie?" she mused. "If I did, it wouldn't be the least bit believable," he said. "Like, if I said right now that your breath smells wonderful and not like old eggnog and vomit, I somehow doubt you'd believe my lie." "No shit," Ginny replied, giving him a stony look. "You're a horrible liar. You've got the subtlety of a cement truck. Good thing you're Santa and don't have to date to charm a girl." He held her close, hugging her tight to comfort her. She sighed deeply, still impaled on his hard cock, which showed no sign of abating. "God, I can't believe you've still got wood after cumming like a fire hydrant three times," she said, her mood softening. She was having the best sex of her life, she reminded herself not to ruin it by being crazy. "How long can you keep going?" He shrugged his muscular shoulders. "How long do you need me to?" "Actually, it doesn't surprise me that's your answer." Ginny said, smirking. "If you've got the time, I've got another itch that needs scratching." He grinned. "So you haven't broken in that hot tub yet, have you?" "Oh, Santa;" she purred, leaning in and biting his earlobe. "Like you don't make me wet already." He picked her up and carried her toward the Jacuzzi, deftly turning it on with his foot and bringing it rumbling to life. He stepped down into the churning water, setting her one of the seats. As he stood up, she leaned forward and hungrily took his enormous cock into her mouth, sucking ardently. She moved forward and knelt in the water, her hands on his hips again or stroking his balls. He picked her up bodily and turned her upside. Ginny squeaked in surprise at first but found his hips in front of her and began sucking again on his tool without delay. He buried his face in her cunt, tongue snaking deep inside her and she groaned gutturally, Holding her in place with one powerful hand, her teased her taint and then pressed a finger into her ass. "Jesus!" she gasped, almost choking on his cock as he wormed the finger down into her tight tunnel. "Oh, fuck! Your finger is bigger than some dicks I've fucked!" She attacked his cock again eagerly, bobbing back and forth like her life depended on it. She squirmed in his grip as he lashed her cunt with his tongue and fingered her ass. Her fingernails dug into his thighs and her knees locked around his neck. His cock throbbed in her mouth, still thrilling her with its unique and incredible taste. He turned her around again and paid her on the edge of the hot tub, spreading her legs wide. She looked on wantonly as he pushed his tongue back inside her again. He gripped her thighs to hold her in place and she groaned and squirmed, squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he drove her to the limit of her sensations. Ginny shook and thrashed as she cried out loudly, cumming on his face. He didn't let up, lapping at her essence eagerly. She lay like a dead thing for several seconds before her chest began to rise and fall. Her eyes opened, gazing back at him. She couldn't feel her limbs, just floating on a tingling ocean of deep colors. Santa looked up at her and smiled, pulling his tongue out of her cunt and kissing her clit gently. She shivered at the touch. "One hole left, Santa," she breathed, her body glistening. "Got any left in you to perfect my Christmas?" "Always for you, Virginia." Santa said warmly, standing and raising her gently into a sitting position. He settled down into the water on one of the seats and then pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him. She moved her hips around until she found his rock-hard cock, waiting for her. She placed her puckered knot against it, giggling as she thought about what he was about to do to her. She took his shaft in her hand and held it steady while she sank down, very slowly. Ginny gasped and shivered as the head pushed aside the tight ring of muscle, popping inside her. Then she sighed as she lowered herself, feeling his massive cock stretching her tight tunnel wide. God, she felt so full it was unreal. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her ass cheeks pressed to his lap. He was all the way inside her ass and her held her closed as she settled back against him, purring in sensual pleasure. "Umm, it's never felt this good in my ass before," she said softly, her arms reaching back to curl around his neck. She gyrated slowly on his lap, moaning softly. "A gal could get used to this." His muscular arms wrapped around her and caressed Ginny's body, massaging her tits. She loved how she felt pinned to him. She had finally found the measure of her body and began to squeeze her tight ass around his cock. She squirmed in slow circles on his lap, wishing she had some music to fuck him to. Her stereo system suddenly came on and began playing 'It's Cold Outside'. She giggled and squeezed his neck gently at his thoughtfulness. "You think of everything, don't you?" she purred, lost in her pleasure. "I can't wait to make you cum again." He smiled wickedly and pulled gently on her nipples, causing her to groan at the welcome sting. She pressed her ass back into his lap, squeezing again around his throbbing shaft. The water bubbled and churned around her waist, the heat leaving her skin shining. She began to pant as she moved her hips faster, stopping the circular motions and started to move up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her. Santa took hold of her hips and let her bounce on his lap. Ginny leaned forward, gasping as she fondled her tits, overcome with a liquid heat as his cock impaled her faster and faster. Water splashed around them as the fucking took on an almost frantic pace. Ginny had never felt anything in her ass like this before, nothing even close to this good. She could very easily become an addict. "Uh, fuck!" she grunted, slamming her ass down on him while one hand snaked down and began massaging her cunt and clit. His hands steadied her and helped moved her up and down. She could feel his hips trembling beneath her, his fingers flexing and squeezing her skin. Her panting became a long, drawn-out keening. She clenched her teeth, shuddering and straining as she tried to prolong the fucking; Ginny screamed and pushed herself back against his massive chest violently, thrashing as she clenched his cock inside her ass while he came. His cream flooded inside her, the unreal hot-cool tingling transporting her. He growled in her ear, almost crushing her comparatively tiny frame against himself. She collapsed, utterly exhausted, her chest rising and falling as the world spun around her. She felt him holding her gently, caressing her body in unique ways that seemed to; regulate her blood flow and nerve sensations, making the post-orgasmic bliss she was feeling last as long as possible. She felt herself smile and hum at his consideration, understanding this this is who he was and what he was meant to do. Ginny then did something she almost never did during sex, she leaned her head back, pressed her lips to his and kissed him deeply and with great affection. She held it for as long as she could and then sank back into his embrace, sighing in contentment. "Wish you were advertising for a Mrs. Claus at the moment," she said softly. "I could get used to this." "I like things the way they are," he replied, hugging her. "Every year I get to reward you for being a good girl. What could be better than that?" "True, I guess," Ginny agreed. "I'm only human, all this sex could kill me." "Hey, I'm human too, you know," he chuckled. "Just because I'm immeasurably older than you and subject to quantum laws even my smartest elf couldn't explain doesn't mean I'm a member of some other species." "Okay, that's fair, although I'd still fuck you if you were an alien or some extra-dimensional being." Ginny admitted. "You've come in me a lot tonight, daddy. Do I need to” "No," he said cheerfully. "I'm not sterile, but you can't get pregnant unless I decide you will and I've never allowed it." "I wonder what a Santa kid would be like," she mused. "More like you or the mom?" "No idea," he confessed. "There's not exactly a manual, so I've never taken a chance." She slowly leaned forward and began to rise, shivering as she slid off his long cock and it popped out of her. She knelt and turned around to face him, not sure she could stand yet, looking up at his still hard cock and giggled, pressing her finger against the head. "Well, I think you can take him off duty, sir," she said sweetly. "I'm pretty sure that I'm all fucked out for the night, if not the whole season." He chuckled and let his cock soften, looking into her eyes and caressing his cheek. "Hopefully that was what you needed for Christmas." "Definitely, Santa." Ginny said, giggling. "Is it greedy to want the same present again next year?" "Not at all," he replied, grinning. "It cuts down on elf-labor hours if I can give people a gift mysteriously." Santa paused in speaking, going silent and looking around, as if listening for something. Neither of them touched the controls, but the motor for the jets turned off and all that could be heard was the howling roar of the winter storm outside. Ginny looked at him in confusion, wondering why his features hardened and a scowl crossed his normally jovial face. "That's no storm," he said in a low, growling voice. "Not a regular one, anyway." "What does that mean?" she asked, his reaction worrying her for reasons she couldn't readily explain. What the hell was a 'not regular' storm, according to Santa, or anyone else for that matter? He stood up and strode out of the hot tub, taking her by the hand and pulling her out with him. Their naked bodies glistened with water but this was the farthest thing from her mind. "What's going on?" she asked, his consternation beginning to frighten her now. She watched as he tossed her the robe she'd been wearing earlier and then started pulling on his pants and sturdy black boots. "It's just a winter storm! Isn't it?" "I wish that were true," he replied, his expression grim. "Listen to me very carefully, Virginia. I'll need you to follow me instructions precisely. Do you understand?" She nodded. "Okay, but” "Good," he said, cutting her off, his eyes flashing. "It's very important to your safety." "Can you at least tell me what's happening?" she pleaded. "Krampus." Santa muttered darkly as he wrapped bright red straps around his wrists, tightening them. "I should've been more careful." "What's Krampus?" she asked, going pale and she paused in putting on her robe, one of her tits hanging out. "Krampus isn't a what, Krampus is a who," he said, his eyes scanning the layout of her expansive living room. "He's also called Black Pete in some places and legend says he's supposed to be my evil henchman who punishes wicked children." "I take it that's not true, then?" she asked, looking around like he did, wondering what he was searching for. "Not even close," he growled. "Pardon my French, but Krampus is an evil sonofabitch. He was, at one time long ago, my dedicated helper, but he turned down the path of darkness, becoming twisted and diabolic. Forget punishing children, he wants to destroy Christmas, like it never happened." "What's that got to do with us here?" she asked, trying to keep her voice from trembling. "Can he reach us in this storm?" "This storm is his doing, I recognize it now," Santa said, striding over to his huge Christmas bag and beginning to rummage in it. "A massive storm always precedes his arrival. It can be mistaken for a regular winter storm if you're not paying

From Texas, the US & Canada, Old School Country with a modern Twist !! weekly from France program Fred's Country 2025 w # 51: Part 1: - Chandler Walters, One More Last Chance - Cadillac Sessions - 2025 - The Mavericks, Christmas Time is (Coming 'Round Again) - Hey! It's Christmas! - 2018 - David Adam Byrnes, Honky Tonk Christmas - S - 2021 - Brandi Behlen, I Won't Decorate Your Christmas Tree - S - 2025 - Thomas Rhett, Christmas In The Country - Christmas In The Country - S - 2019 Part 2: - Carter Lybrand, Two Steps at a Time - Two Steps at a Time EP - 2025 - Gord Bamford, Jingle Bells - Christmas In Canada - 2013 - Brad Paisley, A Marshmallow World - Snow Globe Town - 2025 - Megan Moroney, All I Want for Christmas is a Cowboy - Blue Christmas ...duh - Single - 2024 Part 3: - Jon Wolfe, Back in the Glass - Barstool Therapy (Session One) - 2025 - George Strait, All I Want for Christmas (Is my Two Front Teeth) - A Holiday Collection - 2014 - Michelle Wright, Let's Make Memories For Christmas - A Wright Christmas and More - 2024 - Luke Bryan, Run Run Rudolph - Luke Bryan Christmas - Single - 2025 - Zach Top, Blue Christmas - S - 2024 Part 4: - Braxton Keith, Chase You Down - Blue EP - 2024 - Clay Aery, Cowboy Christmas - S - 2021 - Lainey Wilson with Bing Crosby, Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow - Peace, Love, and Cowboys (Holiday Edition) EP - 2025 - Drake Milligan, Cowgirl For Christmas - S - 2021 - Bryce Leatherwood, The Greatest Gift of All - S - 2025

We are two weeks away from Christmas, friends! Take us along on your errands or in your ears to wrap some gifts. Today we talk about top Christmas songs, traditions we have we hope our kids carry into their adulthood, and treats that take us right to our childhood Christmas.We also share a few hobbies our kids have we don't do but areimpressed by (The Victory Couch is hosted by Rick and Julie Rando).Show notes: Connect with us on Instagram @thevictorycouch, Facebook,victorycouchpodcast@gmail.com, or www.thevictorycouch.comWant a new Victory Couch sticker for your water bottle, laptop, guitar case, etc.? Send us a message and we'll mail you one.SUBSCRIBE to The Victory Couch e-mail list by visitinghttps://www.thevictorycouch.com/ and click SUBSCRIBE at the top of your screen.https://www.bellanapolicumberland.com/What'syour favorite Christmas song?AllI Want for Christmas by Mariah CareyLastChristmas by WhamWhiteChristmas by Bing CrosbyJingleBell RockRockin'Around the Christmas Tree by Brenda LeeIt'sthe Most Wonderful Time of the Year by Andy WilliamsHaveYourself a Merry Little Christmas by Judy GarlandSantaClause is Coming to Town by Th Jackson 5FelizNavidadLetIt SnowDoThey Know It's ChristmasRuldolphthe Rednose ReindeerWonderfulChristmas Time by Paul McCartneyChristmas,Baby Please Come Home by Darlene LoveTheChristmas Song by Nat King ColeBlueChristmas by Elvis PresleyLittleDrummer Boy by Bing Crosby and David BowieSilentNight by Frank SinatraO Holy NightCarolof the BellsHomeAloneWhat'sa Christmas tradition we do with our family of four you hope our kidsdo when they get older?What'sone food or treat that takes you back to the holidays as soon as yousee or smell it?Whatis a hobby one of our children has you don't do but you're impressedby?Couchcrumbs: fallen holiday décor, ants in the house during winter Propyour feet up: parent observation night at MCCA, watched an OldFashioned Haystack Christmas by Mr. Ty DeMartino

Today we're stepping into one of the most joyful parts of a Tudor Christmas - the music. Whether your festive soundtrack is Michael Bublé or Bing Crosby, Tudor England had its own musical traditions… and many of their carols are far older than you might expect. In this episode, we explore: - How music shaped Tudor Christmas celebrations - Which carols the Tudors actually knew - Why carols were originally dances - songs performed in circles, homes, streets, and seasonal revelshe role of the waits - Music in Tudor homes - Carols in wassailing traditions Thank you for joining me for this musical journey through Tudor Yuletide. If you enjoyed it, please like, subscribe, and click the bell, and tell me in the comments: Do you have a favourite Christmas carol? Or a Christmas soundtrack? See you tomorrow for more Tudor Christmas delights!   #TudorChristmas #TudorHistory #ChristmasCarols #MedievalMusic #RenaissanceMusic #ClaireRidgway #TheAnneBoleynFiles #HistoryYouTube #YuletideHistory #HistoricalMusic #Waits #CoventryCarol #Gaudete #EarlyMusic

It's our oldest, whitest movie in AT LEAST a week - the gang reviews 1954 Bing Crosby classic "White Christmas!" What's this about Danny Kaye?!?

December 17, 1944 - Jack meets Frank Sinatra in a drug store. Mary drives Jack to go Christmas shopping. References include Bing Crosby, Eddie Cantor, Fred Allen, women drivers, rationing, and the Gruen watch time signal.

On the new Billboard Pop Shop Podcast, Katie and Keith are chatting about six brand-new Christmas songs from Christina Aguilera, Cher, Jonas Brothers featuring Kenny G, Kylie Minogue, Penatonix and Frank Sinatra and Gwen Stefani. Also on the show, we've got chart news on Taylor Swift, Wham!, Mariah Carey, Bing Crosby, Michael Bublé and the "A Charlie Brown Christmas" soundtrack, plus, a festive chart stat of the week about the 1987 "A Very Special Christmas" charity album. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Morning Show 12-10-25 Chevy Chase-Bing Crosby-Drum sets by The Watchdog

Songs include: Christmas Dinner by Ernie Ford, Sleighride by the Boston Pops, Give Me Your Heart For Christmas by The McGuire Sisters, Here Comes Santa Claus by Bing Crosby and The Andrews Sisters and Silent Night by The Ravens. 

Hello and welcome to a special holiday bonus episode of Revolutions Per Movie!!!! I'm delighted to be joined by film critic/author Alonso Duralde (Hollywood Pride: A Celebration of LGBTQ+ Representation in Film & Have Yourself A Movie Little Christmas) to discuss one of the greatest holiday feasts of all time: PEE-WEE'S CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!!!!We also discuss whether or not it's easy to truly love holiday movies, the pain behind the awful Christmas film Santa And The Ice Cream Bunny, what Bowie or Zappa were thinking when they played the Florida amusement park Pirates World (where Iron Butterfly also filmed their film Musical Mutiny), Blast Of Silence, how Pee-Wee scored prime time appearances by Grace Jones and KD Lang while also convincing Cher & Little Richard not to sing, joining the Pee-Wee fan club, David Letterman, the new Pee-Wee doc, how people like Diana Shore were in on the joke by appearing on the special, the incredible pacing of a typical Pee-Wee episode, John Waters, how we love when Pee-Wee was just an asshole, which member of the playhouse would we want to hang out with, David Bowie & Bing Crosby's rendition of Little Drummer Boy, TV crap and variety shows feeding our 10 year old brains in the 70s, the verdict on Christmas carols, having "verse blindness" with music, top dollar Santas and more!So please come join me at my Revolutions Per Movie holiday party...the cups of instant coffee are on the floor...so help yourself!ALONSO DURALDE:instagram.com/alonso.duraldehttps://www.hachettebookgroup.com/titles/alonso-duralde/hollywood-pride/9780762485895/?lens=running-presshttps://www.bloomsbury.com/us/have-yourself-a-movie-little-christmas-9781493087440/REVOLUTIONS PER MOVIE:Host Chris Slusarenko (Eyelids, Guided By Voices, owner of Clinton Street Video rental store) is joined by actors, musicians, comedians, writers & directors who each week pick out their favorite music documentary, musical, music-themed fiction film or music videos to discuss. Fun, weird, and insightful, Revolutions Per Movie is your deep dive into our life-long obsessions where music and film collide.The show is also a completely independent affair, so the best way to support it is through our Patreon at patreon.com/revolutionspermovie. By joining, you can get weekly bonus episodes, physical goods such as Flexidiscs, and other exclusive goods.Revolutions Per Movie releases new episodes every Thursday on any podcast app, and additional, exclusive bonus episodes every Sunday on our Patreon. If you like the show, please consider subscribing, rating, and reviewing it on your favorite podcast app. Thanks!SOCIALS:@revolutionspermovieBlueSky: @revpermovieTHEME by Eyelids 'My Caved In Mind'www.musicofeyelids.bandcamp.com ARTWORK by Jeff T. Owenshttps://linktr.ee/mymetalhand Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Playlist: Bing sings, Me and my Gal. Trudy Irwin, girl singer, is played up to be Bing's niece in a brief comic bio. Uncle Harry Lillis (Bing) is the one…

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On today's Labor Radio Podcast Daily: Labor Jawn talks with organizers running a “strike kitchen” to feed and support Starbucks Workers United during their contract fight. In labor history, the Brotherhood of Timber Workers forms in 1910. Quote of the day: Bing Crosby & The Andrews Sisters. @labor80132 @wpfwdc @AFLCIO #1u #UnionStrong #LaborRadioPod Proud founding member of the Labor Radio Podcast Network

The Holiday season comes with lots of lists. If you happen to be looking for a Happier Holidays, it's vital that you make the RIGHT ones. So make that list and check it twice, but leave the naughty and nice part for Santa. The song we used for the intro was "Happy Holidays (Beef Wellington Remix)" by Beef Wellington and 2003 Christmas Chill Inc.. The ending song was Irving Berlin's "I've Got Plenty To Be Thankful For" sung by Bing Crosby. We don't own any rights.We would also like to give a special Holiday Holla to James Kocian, for the use of his amazing songs "Head Boppin", "Light As A Feather", "Personal Reflection" and "TEDish". Check out more of his amazing stuff here www.JamesKocian.com or here www.Facebook.com/jameskocianmusic and wish him a Happier Holidays. Contact usLinktree: www.Linktr.ee/HappyLifeStudiosEmail: Podcast@HappyLife.StudioYo Stevo Hotline: (425) 200-HAYS (4297)Webpage: www.HappyLife.lol YouTube: www.YouTube.com/StevoHaysLinkedin: www.linkedin.com/in/steve-hays-b6b1186b/TikTok: www.tiktok.com/@happylifestudiosFacebook: www.Facebook.com/HappyLifeStudios Instagram: www.Instagram.com/HappyLife_Studios Twitter: www.x.com/stevehays If you would like to help us spread the HappyPayPal: www.PayPal.me/StevoHaysCash App: $HappyLifeStudiosZelle: StevoHays@gmail.comVenmo: @StevoHaysBuy Me A Coffee: buymeacoffee.com/HappyLifeStudioCheck: Payable to Hays Ministries or Steve Hays and send to 27240 213th Place S.E. Maple Valley, WA 98038

After a blistering noir and a searing portrait of alcoholism, Billy Wilder's next film was . . . a Technicolor musical comedy starring Bing Crosby! Why did he make “The Emperor Waltz”? We're just as puzzled as you are. We're upping our Patreon in a major way for Season 2, so be sure to join today! Patreon.com/TheFilmographersPodcast Social media Instagram @thefilmographers Bluesky @thefilmographers.bsky.social Letterboxd @filmographers YouTube @TheFilmographersPodcast Website https://filmographerspodcast.com/ Credits Keir Graff & Michael Moreci, hosts Kevin Lau, producer Gompson, theme music Cosmo Graff, graphic design

Fast facts about Bing Crosby and country-rock group The Kentucky Headhunters. 

Drift off with this calm bedtime reading designed to support sleep and ease the weight of insomnia. These gentle moments help you unwind as you learn something new in a peaceful, comforting way. In this episode, you'll explore the remarkable life and influence of Bing Crosby, discovering his music, films, and cultural impact at a soft, relaxing pace. Benjamin's warm, steady narration offers a soothing rhythm without whispers or hypnosis—just simple, fact-filled storytelling to help quiet anxious thoughts and settle restless nights. As you listen, you can relax knowing the focus is on calm education meant to ease stress, support better sleep, and create a restful space just for you. Settle in, press play, and drift into a serene night. Happy sleeping! Read with permission from Bing_Crosby, Wikipedia (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bing_Crosby), licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Throughout our lives, we find ourselves separated from home, a place of safety, security, and rest. This longing we have to return home is expressed throughout the pages of the Bible and finds its ultimate expression in the birth of Jesus as the Gospel writers anticipate how this child will lead us home, into a place of true love and salvation. Join us as we begin Advent, preparing ourselves to receive the hope and peace that Jesus brings. I'll Be Home for Christmas. August 24, 1943, by Walter Kent (music) and James “Kim” Gannon (lyrics). Recorded by Bing Crosby

Playlist: Bing gets patriotic in supporting the war effort by kicking off with the song, Get on The Road to Victory. Bing pitches the glories of the WAC (Women's Army…

This is what happens when Thanksgiving becomes The Godfather. Happy Thanksgiving!Speaking of thankful, we would like to again thank James Kocian, for creating and giving those songs to Happy Life Studios. The ones we used in this episode were "Another Perfect Day" and "Light As A Feather". Check out more of his amazing stuff here www.JamesKocian.com or here www.Facebook.com/jameskocianmusic and tell him thanks from Happy Life Studios.The song we used for the intro was "Happy Holidays (Beef Wellington Remix)" by Beef Wellington and 2003 Christmas Chill Inc.. The ending song was Irving Berlin's "I've Got Plenty To Be Thankful For" sung by Bing Crosby. We also used "Speak Softly, Love" from The Godfather by David Davidson. We don't own any rights.Here is the link to the article we used titled "What Is the Role and Responsibility of a Godparent?" by Michele Meleen, M.S.Ed.https://www.lovetoknow.com/parenting/baby/what-are-godparents-responsibilities. Thank you Michele. It was a great and informative article. Contact usLinktree: www.Linktr.ee/HappyLifeStudiosEmail: Podcast@HappyLife.StudioYo Stevo Hotline: (425) 200-HAYS (4297)Webpage: www.HappyLife.lol YouTube: www.YouTube.com/StevoHaysLinkedin: www.linkedin.com/in/steve-hays-b6b1186b/TikTok: www.tiktok.com/@happylifestudiosFacebook: www.Facebook.com/HappyLifeStudios Instagram: www.Instagram.com/HappyLife_Studios Twitter: www.x.com/stevehays If you would like to help us spread the Happy we would appreciate anything you could do.PayPal: www.PayPal.me/StevoHaysCash App: $HappyLifeStudiosZelle: StevoHays@gmail.comVenmo: @StevoHaysBuy Me A Coffee: buymeacoffee.com/HappyLifeStudioCheck: Payable to Hays Ministries or Steve Hays and send to 27240 213th Place S.E. Maple Valley, WA 98038

Songs include: Stardust by Artie Shaw, Swinging On a Star by Bing Crosby, The Second Star to the Right by Doris Day, Stars Fell on Alabama by Guy Lombardo and The Stars and Stripes Forever by Frankie Laine.

Excerpt of the 30 Nov 1949 Bing Crosby Program with guest star Al Jolson. Along with the great songs sung by Bing, Al Jolson and Bing Crosby joined voices in a duet with "Back In Your Own Backyard." There is much more in the complete broadcast of this show, which circulates with other Jolson radio shows on the Official Al Jolson Website at www.jolson.org.

Excerpt of the 30 Nov 1949 Bing Crosby Program with guest star Al Jolson. Along with the great songs sung by Bing, Al Jolson joined the program with a few songs, including the one in this podcast. With Bing's pithy introduction, enjoy Jolie singing and whistling "Toot, Toot, Tootsie," with more from Bing at the end. There is much more in the complete broadcast of this show, which circulates with other Jolson radio shows on the Official Al Jolson Website at www.jolson.org.

SUMMARY: The cologne discussion continues. Matt tells the backstory on his viral video handling of a dickhead. We get into both alleged and actual shenanigans in sports betting. Newman joins us with a history lesson on West Coast horse racing tracks and enlightens us on horse figure collectibles. Plus a Canadian Scoopardy.

This video is a conversation titled "The History of Sound with James M Errington" from the channel Conversations with Strangers.James M. Errington is the creator of the project Centuries of Sound, which compiles a mixtape for every year of recorded sound [00:39]. The interview covers his personal background, musical tastes, and a detailed history of recorded sound technology.Key Topics DiscussedThe History of Recorded SoundThe discussion provides a timeline of recording technology:• 1853 (Édouard-Léon Scott de Martinville): The very earliest known recording, which used a device to mark sound vibrations onto soot-covered paper. This device could not play back the sound, only capture a visual record of it [15:44].• Late 1870s (Thomas Edison): The invention of the phonograph, which was the first machine to both record and play back sound, initially using tin foil and later metallic soap cylinders. Edison originally intended it as a dictation device for businessmen [17:52].• Early 1900s: The shift from cylinders to discs (gramophones). This era saw the rise of Ragtime as a major musical genre [24:16].• Acoustic Recording (Pre-1926): Sound was physically captured using a gigantic brass horn that focused vibrations down to a needle, cutting groves into a wax disc [25:24].• Electrical Recording (Post-1926): The introduction of microphones and electrical recording systems led to a dramatic improvement in sound quality (capturing more bass and treble). The year 1927 is highlighted as an "amazing year" for recorded music, capturing diverse regional genres like folk, jazz, and blues for the first time [28:59].• Magnetic Tape: Technology found in Germany after WWII and popularized in the US by people like Bing Crosby [34:18]. Les Paul is noted as a pioneer in using magnetic tape for multitracking [36:33].• Modern Production: The conversation touches on influential producers like George Martin (The Beatles) [40:02] and Phil Spector (Wall of Sound) [41:06], leading to the current era of digital technology where almost anyone can create music [49:18].James M. Errington's Work• Centuries of Sound: The core project involves compiling a mixtape for every year of recorded sound, including music, news, and other audio from that year [00:54]. The mixes are now hosted on Mixcloud to ensure proper licensing and artist payment [50:55].• Musical Taste: James shares his eclectic musical tastes, which include:• Early 70s Fusion Jazz (his "ultimate sweet spot") [07:29].• His all-time favorite band, Soft Machine [07:45].• A preference for "weird pop music," citing Charlie XCX as a current favorite [13:51].• Other Projects: He also creates ambient experimental music under the name Buff Cuts [53:34].You can find his website here: https://centuriesofsound.com and you can watch the full video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O6sndFKb6jA

Bob Hope: Command Performance || Dick Tracy in B Flat || February 15, 1945Featuring: Bing Crosby; Cass Daley; Judy Garland; Bob Hope; Frank Morgan; Dinah Shore; The Andrews Sisters; "The world's first comic strip operetta." Armed Forces Radio Los Angeles USA presents for the US Army, Navy, Coast Guard and Marines a comic strip operetta based "loosley" on comic strip hero Dick Tracy!: : : : :My other podcast channels include: DRAMA X THEATER -- SCI FI x HORROR -- MYSTERY X SUSPENSE -- VARIETY X ARMED FORCES -- THE COMPLETE ORSON WELLESEnjoy my podcast? You can subscribe to receive new post notices. Also, if you have a moment, please give a 4-5 star rating and/or write a 1-2 sentence positive review on your preferred service -- that would help me a lot.Thank you for your support.https://otr.duane.media | Instagram @duane.otr#comedyclassics #oldtimeradio #otr #radioclassics #jackbenny #fibbermcgeemolly #bobhope #lucilleball #martinandlewis #grouchomarx #abbottandcostello #miltonberle #oldtimeradioclassics #classicradio #duaneotr:::: :

Welcome to Season 05 Episode 5.07- the "Lake Effect" edition - of Notes from the Aisle Seat, the podcast featuring news and information about the arts in northern Chautauqua County NY, sponsored by the 1891 Fredonia Opera House. Your host is Tom Loughlin, SUNY Distinguished Teaching Professor and Chair Emeritus of Theatre and Dance at SUNY Fredonia. Guests on this episode include: Dr. Don Marrazzo, Assistant Professor of Voice and Producer of the Hillman Opera, and comedian Mr. Pete Correale. Notes from the Aisle Seat is available from most of your favorite podcast sites, as well as on the Opera House YouTube Channel. If you enjoy this podcast, please spread the word through your social media feeds, give us a link on your website, and consider becoming a follower by clicking the "Follow" button in the upper right-hand corner of our home page. If you have an arts event you'd like to publicize, hit us up at operahouse@fredopera.org and let us know what you have! Please give us at least one month's notice to facilitate timely scheduling. Time Stamps (Approximate) Don Marrazzo - Hillman Opera The Consul - 01:19 Arts Calendar - 19:05 Don Marrazzo - Live at the Met Arabella - 21:35 Pete Correale - 32:48 Artist Links Mr. Don Marrazzo Mr. Pete Correale Media "Snow, Snow, Beautiful Snow", Music by Sherm Feller; Lyrics by Carl Sigman; performed by Bobby Wayne, Mercury Records, 1953 from Act I of The Consul, music and lyrics by Gian Carlo Menotti, from a performance at Teatro Nuovo, Spoleto, Italy, 1998; performed by Susan Bullock (Magda Sorel), Louis Otey (John Sorel), Jacalyn Kreitzer (Mother); directed by Gian Carlo Menotti "Nocturne Op 9 No. 2" by Frederic Chopin; performed by Frank Levy for YouTube, Feb. 2016 "Peanuts, Pretzels, Cookies", written and performed by Pete Correale, from the album For Pete's Sake, December 2019. "Snow"; from the motion picture White Christmas; written by Irving Berlin; performed by Bing Crosby, Virginia Mayo, Danny Kaye, and Vera-Ellen; Paramount Pictures, October 1954 SUNY Fredonia School of Music Event Calendar Box Office at SUNY Fredonia Lake Shore Center for the Arts Main Street Studios Ticket Website WCVF Fredonia WRFA Jamestown   BECOME AN OPERA HOUSE MEMBER!    

Bing Crosby Rosemary Clooney Show 1961-11-23 453 Thanksgiving

Songs include: Wedding Bells by the Four Aces, The Bells of Saint Mary by Bing Crosby, The Blue Bells of Scotland by Ella Logan, Serenade of the Bells by Jo Stafford and The Liberty Bell by The Band of the Grenadier Gaurds. 

In the first part of Episode 55, The American Tapestry Projects exploration of the history of American popular music begins with a brief look at mid-19th century minstrelsy as the origin of American popular music and variety show entertainment, the career of its greatest songwriter, Stephen Foster, and concludes by pivoting to the origins and customs of Thanksgiving Day with Bing Crosby crooning “I've Got Plenty to Be Thankful For.”

Same Time, Same Station 11/09/2025 Bing Crosby Part 11. “Philco Radio Time” 11/24/1948 0081 Bert Lahr and Dorothy Kirsten. Thanksgiving show. “This is Bing Crosby” 11/25/1948 xxx 1st; I’ve Got Plenty To Be Thankful For. Thanksgiving show. “This is Bing Crosby” 11/26/1948 xxx 1st; _Mr. Meadowlark). Show begins in progress. “Yesterday USA” 08/18/2024 Sunday Night, Walden Hughes, Larry and John Gassman with Perry Huntoon. Bing Crosby part 11. If you would like to request shows, please call (714) 449-1958 E-mail: Larry Gassman: LarryGassman1@gmail.com John Gassman: John1Gassman@gmail.com

Same Time, Same Station 11/09/2025 Bing Crosby Part 11. “Philco Radio Time” 11/24/1948 0081 Bert Lahr and Dorothy Kirsten. Thanksgiving show. “This is Bing Crosby” 11/25/1948 xxx 1st; I’ve Got Plenty To Be Thankful For. Thanksgiving show. “This is Bing Crosby” 11/26/1948 xxx 1st; _Mr. Meadowlark). Show begins in progress. “Yesterday USA” 08/18/2024 Sunday Night, Walden Hughes, Larry and John Gassman with Perry Huntoon. Bing Crosby part 11. If you would like to request shows, please call (714) 449-1958 E-mail: Larry Gassman: LarryGassman1@gmail.com John Gassman: John1Gassman@gmail.com

"Hooray for Love" - Bing Crosby; "Swinging Down the Lane" - Bing Crosby; "Wabash Cannonball" - Crosby Boys, Clifton Webb, & Bing Crosby; "How Lucky You Are" - Bing Crosby;Originally aired April 21, 1948

Why do we picture Christmas under a blanket of snow—even in places it never falls? This episode traces the history of the White Christmas story from the Little Ice Age (LIA) in 19th-century England's icy winters to Dickens's classic tales, Victorian holiday art, and the global impact of Bing Crosby's 1942 hit. This episode shows you the magical mix of climate, culture, and nostalgia that shaped how the world celebrates Christmas.Contact:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠email⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Special thanks to:The Christmas Song/Heaven/Slow 3/4 Song by Peter Evans, Tom Blancarte, and Brandon Seabrook - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠CC by 3.0⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Santa Claws is Coming by Ergo Phizmiz - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠CC by 3.0⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠holiday by Dee Yan-Key - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠CC by 3.0⁠⁠⁠⁠

A Vintage Christmas is a collection of classic/oldies Christmas favorites. Please check out this great collection of holiday music. Some of this music is from Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole, Bing Crosby, Dean Martin, and many others. Please enjoy the Christmas holiday with some of your old favorites. Merry Christmas from Ken Steele Music.

Send us a textToday, we're going to begin in Hoboken, New Jersey, walk through the apprenticeship years, and then trace how partnerships, heartbreak, movies, and business instincts turned a talented singer into a blueprint many still follow.Frank Sinatra was born December 12, 1915, in Hoboken, New Jersey, to Dolly and Marty Sinatra, Sicilian immigrants. The home soundtrack mixed Italian song with the everyday music of labor, argument, and celebration. Outside the door, radio—that mid-century hearth—taught him something different: how a voice could cross a continent and still sound like it was sitting at your kitchen table.As a teenager, Frank Sinatra studied Bing Crosby the way a watchmaker studies gears. Crosby wasn't just stylish; he was quiet, and the microphone made quiet powerful. Before amplification, singers had to push air to the balcony. With amplification, you could saying exactly what you wanted and be understood.  You didn't have to shout your feelings; you could aim them.Support the showThank you for experiencing Celebrate Creativity.

Send us a textToday's episode is the first in a look at several dozen musicians who lived after 1900, roughly in chronological order.  And let me emphasize this is a extremely subjective look - it seems like every time I would look at my list, I f would find a new musician that just had to be on there - so I'm not presenting this in any way as an ideal selection of the most popular or talented or well known musician - just a deep dive into the lives and talents of some of the greatest singers and musicians of the 20th and 21st centuriesAnd I'm going to start with Bing Crosby mainly because he is widely considered the first multimedia star.  Bing Crosby was able to achieve unprecedented and simultaneous superstardom across the three dominant entertainment mediums of his time: recorded music, radio, and motion pictures. In other words, Crosby's career was characterized by his massive and concurrent success in multiple platforms, a feat unmatched by performers who came before him.Crosby was by far the best-selling recording artist of his time and remained so until well into the rock era. His recording of "White Christmas" is the best-selli Setting a standard for future male vocalist such as Frank Sinatra and he was also a major    ng single of all time. And he had 41 number one hits, a number that even surpassed Elvis Presley and The Beatles.Support the showThank you for experiencing Celebrate Creativity.

A Classic Christmas is a collection of music mostly from the 1950s. It's that wonderful time of year again — Christmas is near! What better way to celebrate than with the most beloved classic Christmas songs from the 1950s? This playlist brings together iconic crooners, jazz voices, and vintage orchestras that defined the spirit of Christmas — from Bing Crosby and Nat King Cole to Frank Sinatra and Doris Day. Relive the days of sitting around the Christmas tree with family and friends, sipping hot cocoa, and staring at the beautiful Christmas tree lights. Have a joyful holiday. Remember the reason for the season. Merry Christmas from Ken Steele Music.

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What's up, dudes? Merry Christmas Podcast Day! Don't touch that dial! Ken Kessler from Sounds of Christmas,   Scott Leopold from Holly Jolly X'masu, Jeff Loftin from Lost Christmas are here to talk SCTV “It's a Wonderful Film!” It's a wonderful amalgam of pastiche and homage of classic Christmas movies, and it's fantastic!Producer Marty Simmons is making a Christmas movie by classic film director Frank Bailey. Unfortunately, he decides that profit is more important than a making a quality movie. Marty fires Bailey and hires a teen sex comedy director in his place. As Marty drives home, he sees a vision of Bailey and crashes.Marty heads to nearby town Krebbsville for help, running into a church. He sees a Bing Crosby-esque Priest rehearsing a choir. Suddenly, a Clarence-like Bailey appears, and the duo head to 34th Street. They observe a mom frantic and desperate from Krebbs's cruelty.Then Bailey's apparition takes him to a theater where they're transported into 19th century London. Finally, Simmons observes a raucous funeral procession for Krebbs, but sees himself in the coffin! Simmons amends his ways and ends happily!It's a Wonderful Life? Check. Miracle on 34th Street? Got it. Going My Way? Uh huh. A Christmas Carol? Only if it's onscreen at a movie theater! So grab your towel and run around the tree to this episode on SCTV “It's a Wonderful Film!”Sounds of ChristmasFB: @SOCMusicTwitter: @SOCMusicIG: @socmusicHolly Jolly X'masuFB: @HollyJollyXmasuTwitter: @HollyJollyXmasuIG: @hollyjollyxmasuLost Christmas PodcastFB: @LostChristmasPodcastTwitter: @LostChristmasP1IG: @lostchristmaspodcastGive us a buzz! Send a text, dudes!Check us out on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Totally Rad Christmas Mall & Arcade, Teepublic.com, or TotallyRadChristmas.com! Later, dudes!

Send us a textThe Spinsters (two in body and one in spirit--but don't worry not a ghost kind of spirit) discuss The Legend of Sleepy Hollow and The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad! They also discuss fuzzy chicken, childhood terrors, and Bing Crosby being a ruthless bully. Boo!Check us out at @clashyspinsters on Twitter and Instagram, or send us an email at clashypodcast@gmail.com. Shout out to @robotjellyfish for our logo and Chris Marino for our jingle!

"Love is so Terrific" - Bing Crosby; "Haunted Heart" - Bing Crosby; "I Had a Dream" - Fibber McGee, Bing Crosby, & Molly; "Blue Shadows on the Trail" - Bing Crosby;Original Air Date: April 14, 1948