Podcasts about Frosty

On this week's The Trump-Kennedy Patriot Games $1776 Y'all Don't Love Me Enough What If I Reclassify Pot Red State Update Podcast: Jackie and Dunlap celebrate the holidays by complaining about fake Christian politics, exploding health-care costs, and Trump's latest horse hockey—plus Christmas music, the Incredible Hulk, and Jesus's socials

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We are on holidays so enjoy this episode from last year where we talked about Hot Frosty. We will be back with new episodes on January 8th! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Kevin and Tim mine the untapped potential of the Frosty the Snowman canon.

This week on the Experience, Jim reviews AEW Dynamite, and talks about Rowdy Red Roberts, music reviewers on YouTube, Gulas / Welch studio shows, safety seals & ketchup, and much more! Plus Jim hosts Guess The Program! Thanks to our episode sponsors: DRAFTKINGS CASINO: Download the app or go to https://casino.draftkings.com and use code CORNETTE. Play $5 to get 50 spins a day for 10 days on Cash Eruption slots. BRUNT: Get $10 Off at BRUNT with code JCE at https://www.bruntworkwear.com/JCE #Bruntpod @TheJimCornette @GreatBrianLast Join Jim Cornette's College Of Wrestling Knowledge on Patreon to access the archives & more! https://www.patreon.com/Cornette Subscribe to the Official Jim Cornette channel on YouTube! http://www.youtube.com/c/OfficialJimCornette Visit Jim's official site at www.JimCornette.com for merch, live dates, commentaries and more! You can listen to Brian on the 6:05 Superpodcast at 605pod.com or wherever you find your favorite podcasts!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Today, Marie Claus sits down with top elf, Elphie, for a candid conversation about the state of the North Pole, Santa's recent medical crisis, the origin of the Frosty at Wendy's and the recent birth of her twins: Khloe and Lamar.  Join us on Patreon! No filter. No notes. No pants (optional). New episodes drop Thursdays at 8PM EST: https://www.patreon.com/goodchildrenpod HOSTS: Joe Hegyes & Andrew Muscarella EDITOR: Kenzie Edmondson LISTEN: https://linktr.ee/goodchildren FOLLOW US ON INSTAGRAM: instagram.com/goodchildrenpod instagram.com/joehegyes instagram.com/andrewmuscarella FOLLOW US ON TIKTOK: tiktok.com/goodchildrenpod tiktok.com/andrewmusky tiktok.com/bequietjoe Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Welcome to 25 Days of Y2Kristmas! This month Movies That Raised us will be exclusively covering holiday classics as voted for by listeners, so grab some hot chocolate, a fuzzy blanket, and let's get festive!                   Mo and Christina take on their third Y2Kristmas flick- 2024's Hot Frosty! Joined by extra special guest Maria DiPasquale from Leftist Teen Drama, sit back as they discuss the power of mutual aid, unclear bounds of magic, and a potential new Respectful King nominee.        Leftist Teen Drama (@leftistteendrama) IG           Our Patreon is LIVE! https://www.patreon.com/moviesthatraisedus We are thrilled to launch our Patreon with exciting perks such as a listener picked bonus movie episode, exclusive Discord, being added to our Close Friends, and a personalized thank you note!   Our merch shop is live! Check out our Raymond the Lifeguard design and so much more!! https://tinyurl.com/vxpbczup    Follow us on instagram @moviesthatraisedus   Follow us on tiktok @moviesthatraiseduspod  Follow us on twitter @mtru_pod     Do you have a movie you want us to cover next? Fill out our form! https://forms.gle/fU5vRfTk8K5Gb7cD8

Rankin/Bass Assemble! The conclusion of at least three trilogies at the same time (Rudolph, Frosty, Mickey Rooney's Santa Claus, and possibly Jack Frost), Rudolph and Frosty's Christmas in July (1979) is in many ways the Endgame of the Rankin/Bass multiverse.In it, we see the Cosmic Forces at play in Rudolph's origin story and how this lynchpin of the multiverse must go to war to reclaim his hero status (and save a cowgirl's circus)! We also see Old Man Frosty willing to give up his humanity to save his friend.

1. Intro & Guest WelcomeHosts welcome listeners and introduce Jon PardiMention upcoming live event: The Christmas Show at Hard Rock (Dec. 19)Light, energetic tone to set the mood 2. Life Update: The House BuildQuick check-in on Jon's home construction progressLiving in a “construction zone” (dumpsters, porta potties, finishing details)Humor around transitioning from heavy machinery to “little stuff” 3. The Christmas Show ConceptHow The Christmas Show came togetherInspiration: “Jon Pardi Elvis Show” vibeBig band sound with hornsMixing Christmas songs with major hits (for non-Christmas-music fans)Covers, holiday spirit, and fun without being “too Christmassy”4. Christmas & Family LifeHow kids change your perspective on ChristmasDaughters' favorite songs (Frosty the Snowman, Rudolph, etc.)Holiday traditions (or surviving the chaos as a tradition)Fake tree vs. real tree debateGift-giving, Santa, and last-minute Amazon shopping 5. Road Life & Amazon HumorOrdering gifts from the roadFunny observations about Amazon deliveriesU-Hauls, beat-up cars, and mystery driversLighthearted banter and relatable moments 6. Hanging with Kid RockJon's longtime friendship with Kid RockHow their hangouts have evolved over 10 yearsEarly days: chaos, late nights, music business lessonsNow: dinners, catching up, and calmer vibesStill having “full rock star mode” when needed 7. Wrap-Up & Show ReminderFinal thoughts from JonPraise and appreciation from the hostsReminder: The Christmas Show at Hard Rock on December 19Holiday well-wishes and sign-offSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Recorded before a live Facebook (and YouTube) audience, Will, Kat and Jon discuss the following topics:0:00 - Introduction6:15 - Gwen Stefani Stole an 80s Christmas Song19:25 - Frosty the Snowman had 3 secret families30:40 - Ethan Hawke saw Robin Williams' struggles in the 80s38:00 - Will Stranger Things use time travel?50:00 - Is Gen X the greatest generation?1:10:25 - Wrap Up and Thank YouFollow us on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/1980snow.Subscribe to our YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@1980snowRead our new book Totally Bogus (But True) Tales from the 1980s!Check out Gen X Journeys at https://genxjourneys.net/.

Christmas looks like it belongs to men — Santa, Jesus, the Wise Men, even Frosty — but the holiday itself has always been built, carried, and saved by women.In this episode of Bitchstory, we reclaim Christmas for the girls, the gays, and the theys by telling the stories history tends to forget:the women whose words, labor, courage, and organizing shaped the holiday as we know it. In this episode we'll discuss 4 (of many!) women who have made Christmas into the nostalgic, magical time of year we know it as today. From Victorian England to WWII France to Jim Crow Alabama to the North Pole, this episode reveals a truth hiding in plain sight:Christmas has always run on women's work.So pour the eggnog, light the candles, put up your feet (you've earned it!!) and join us for a historically accurate, slightly unhinged, feminist retelling of the season.

Show Notes Episode 343: Frosty the Snow Ho (Redux) This week, Host Dave Bledsoe is basically phoning it in so he can get on with the business of his Christmas Bender.  (You probably won't be able to notice anything different)  On the show this week, we take a look at some of the bizarre and inexplicable Christmas specials that taught us that sharing special times with family is the true meaning of Christmas.  (And to buy whatever junk they were plugging in the special.) Along the way we learn that Dave is not only a bad son, he is a really shitty uncle too!  (Shocked?  Don't be.) Then we dive right into the strange and questionable television offerings that have “entertained” kids for decades.  (Yes, we mention the Star Wars special, but it is hardly the only one out there.)  From Eternia to 75 million years before the Reason for the Season was ostensibly born in a stable, we pick at all the logical flaws and blatant commercialism we can find.  Finally, we wrap up with REAL Holiday specials, with heartwarming themes like gangbags and sodomy!  (Because spending time with the ones you love, or the ones you love for about an hour is what Christmas is really about!) Our Sponsor this week is the Elvish Liberation Front, from the North Pole to the Keebler Tree, we won't stop until every elf is free.  We open with Han and Chewie and close with the Universal Robot Band getting funky for Christmas! Show Theme: https://www.jamendo.com/track/421668/prelude-to-common-sense The Show on Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheHell_Podcast The Show on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/whatthehellpodcast/ www.whatthehellpodcast.com Give us your money on Patreon  https://www.patreon.com/Whatthehellpodcast The Show Line: 347 687 9601 Closing Music: https://youtu.be/7NEnSkpbmCY We are a proud member of the Seltzer Kings Podcast Network! http://seltzerkings.com/ Citations Needed: The Gay Subtext of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer https://www.vulture.com/2016/12/rudolph-the-red-nosed-reindeers-gay-subtext.html The 16 Worst Christmas Specials of All Time https://www.toplessrobot.com/2011/12/the_16_worst_christmas_specials_of_all_time_1.php Fright Christmas: 15 Horrifying Kids Holiday Specials https://www.cbr.com/horrifying-kids-christmas-specials/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Today we are re-releasing one of our favorite episodes...our Christmas Special! Here we talked about some of our favorite (and not so favorite) Christmas songs and movies.Joining us on The Nice List are the Pogues, Bowie and Bing, Weezer, Ella, Jose Feliciano, She & Him, the Kinks, the Vince Guaraldi Trio, John and Yoko, Darlene Love, the Waitresses, Elvis and more!Dim the lights, stoke the fire, egg the nog, and Yule it up with The Mixtape Diaries.  Your heart will grow three sizes this day.Find the playlist for this episode on Spotify. You can also find Mark's Holiday playlist on Apple and Brad's Holiday playlist on Spotify. This episode was originally released on Dec. 15, 2021.Find the main The Mixtape Diaries Playlist on Spotify and Apple Music.  If you like what you hear, please share, rate and review us!For mini playlists, follow us on The Mixtape Diaries Substack.Give us a follow on Twitter and Insta or send us an email at themixtapediariespodcast@gmail.com. Credits: Intro — the Februarys, "Does Your Father Know"/ Outro — Cocteau Twins, "Frosty the Snowman."

Join the Bardtenders for our 2025 holiday special! This year, we'll be playing another one of Grant Howitt's creations, "The Witch is Dead", with a slight holiday twist... "Once upon a time, there was a kind and wise and wonderful snowman who lived in the forest with his familiars, and their life was peaceful and happy until a FUCKING SNOWPLOW crashed into him and FUCKING MURDERED HIM and now Frosty is DEAD...."----------Don't miss out on any of the action!  Head to www.bardtender.com to stay up to date with all of the Bardtender content, find resources for mental and physical well-being, get access to education materials, and check out what all of our bards are up to! Support the show

Double Feature! Come join us as we revisit two Christmas classics: Frosty the Snowman (1969) and Frosty's Winter Wonderland (1976)!In the original (which everyone has seen), we see the origin story of Frosty as he has an epic clash with the evil magician, Professor Hinkle! Will the neighborhood Karen survive?!?Then, in the lesser-known sequel, Frosty takes a wife as he navigates the tricky winds of Jack Frost! Who will hold the broom?

Just when you thought you had meditated enough on the true meaning of Christmas, Santa's favorite aged former elf reminds you that you still have so much to learn. Hank returns in the sequel to the popular, at least to us, HANK'S CHRISTMAS WISH, directed by West Virginia film icon Jason Campbell, bringing back many of the familiar faces from the first film for another round of holiday magic. Remember Tippee and Toes, the elves? No? You don't? Well, too bad, because they're back. Bella has been recast and is largely absent, as she and her husband Kevin are away on a mission trip to Africa, but her brother Liam is still working in Hank's independently contracted toy workshop. Mayor Dean, played by actor and ICE agent Dean Cain, continues his agreeable stewardship of the town's Christmas festivities. Now openly known as a real elf and former custodian of Santa, Hank has more influence than before and uses it to push for a town production of The Nutcracker, choreographed by local dance teacher Heather. Mayor Dean quickly agrees, motivated by the fact that Heather is single and he is looking for love. The holiday peace is disrupted by Frosty, a Christmas comedian hired by the town council whose jealousy over The Nutcracker leads him to spread the common cold throughout the town. Frosty is revealed to be the son of Jack Frost, a former North Pole intern alienated by the elves, a grudge he still holds. It's a creative and contemporary take on familiar Christmas cultural tropes, and Jason Campbell succeeds at what seems to be his goal of making a family-friendly Christmas film that pays lip service to Jesus without hitting you over the head with religious themes, allowing you to relax and enjoy your hot cocoa. It's honestly refreshing that the film isn't so serious, though its greatest flaw may be its characterization of Frosty, who is a genuinely annoying screen presence largely because his entire thing is being the brunt of fat jokes. Lesson learned: never hire a Christmas comedian to do an elf's job! View our full episode list and subscribe to any of our public feeds: http://boysbiblestudy.com Unlock 2+ bonus episodes per month: http://patreon.com/boysbiblestudy Subscribe to our Twitch for livestreams: http://twitch.tv/boysbiblestudy Follow us on Instagram: http://instagram.com/boysbiblestudy Follow us on Twitter: http://twitter.com/boysbiblestudy

Fluent Fiction - Mandarin Chinese: A Frosty Festival of Friendship: Li Na's Winter Quest Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/zh/episode/2025-12-14-23-34-02-zh Story Transcript:Zh: 山村上冬的气氛已经很浓厚，空气中弥漫着松木的清香和远处壁炉的烟雾味。En: In the mountain village, the atmosphere of winter was already very strong, with the air filled with the fresh scent of pine wood and the smoky aroma from distant fireplaces.Zh: 村里的人们忙着为冬至节做准备。En: The villagers were busy preparing for the Dongzhi Festival.Zh: 李娜，是一位充满活力的年轻女子，总是对这个节日充满期待。En: Li Na, a vibrant young woman, always looked forward to this festival.Zh: 她想借此机会好好庆祝，但是内心却希望能够给多年前没见过的老朋友严留下美好的印象。En: She wanted to take this opportunity to celebrate properly, but in her heart, she hoped to leave a good impression on her old friend Yan, whom she hadn't seen for years.Zh: 这天早晨，李娜戴上暖和的围巾，走出家门。En: That morning, Li Na put on a warm scarf and stepped out of her house.Zh: 她要去村里的小店寻找节日装饰。En: She was heading to the village's little shop to look for festival decorations.Zh: 村里的冬天特别冷，厚厚的雪覆盖着地面。En: The winter in the village was particularly cold, with thick snow covering the ground.Zh: 她走进小店，发现里面的装饰品已经所剩无几了。En: She entered the shop and found that the decorations were already scarce.Zh: 由于大雪阻碍了货物的运输，选择很有限。En: Due to the heavy snow hindering the transportation of goods, the choices were very limited.Zh: 其他村民们也在挑选，不久就将余下的几样买走了。En: Other villagers were also picking out items, and soon the remaining decorations were quickly bought.Zh: 李娜心想：“这样下去，怎么能办好节日聚会呢？En: Li Na thought to herself, "At this rate, how can I hold a good festival gathering?"Zh: ”她下定决心，尽管天气寒冷，她还是要去附近的小镇看看。En: She resolved that despite the cold weather, she would go to the nearby town to have a look.Zh: 她希望能买到更独特的装饰品。En: She hoped to find more unique decorations.Zh: 她冒着风雪，一步步走向小镇。En: Braving the wind and snow, she took steps toward the small town.Zh: 在小镇上，李娜果然找到了许多漂亮的装饰品。En: In the town, as expected, Li Na found many beautiful decorations.Zh: 有彩色的灯笼，还有挂着吉祥图案的窗花。En: There were colorful lanterns and window ornaments with auspicious patterns.Zh: 她心满意足地挑选了一袋装饰品，准备返回村庄。En: Satisfied, she selected a bag of decorations and prepared to return to the village.Zh: 可就在这时，天空忽然飘起了大雪。En: Just then, heavy snow began to fall from the sky.Zh: 李娜艰难地踏上归途，风雪越来越大，她把围巾裹得更紧。En: Li Na struggled on her way back, as the wind and snow intensified.Zh: 她必须要在节日前赶回去，因为大家都在等待庆祝冬至节，她不想让家人和村民失望，也希望看到严对她努力的肯定。En: She wrapped her scarf tighter.Zh: 终于，李娜冒着风雪回到了村庄。En: She had to return before the festival because everyone was waiting to celebrate the Dongzhi Festival, and she didn't want to disappoint her family and fellow villagers.Zh: 她捧着一袋装饰品，村民们看到她的到来都非常开心。En: She also hoped to see Yan acknowledge her efforts.Zh: 大家一起帮她布置，村子立刻变得灯火辉煌。En: Finally, Li Na made her way back to the village through the wind and snow.Zh: 冬至节的气氛愈发热烈。En: As she held a bag of decorations, the villagers were very happy to see her arrive.Zh: 当晚，大家围坐在装饰着灯火的院子里，欢声笑语。En: Everyone helped her set up, and the village quickly lit up with a brilliant glow.Zh: 严特意走到李娜面前，对她说：“你的付出让这个节日更加特别。En: The atmosphere of the Dongzhi Festival grew even more lively.Zh: ”李娜的脸上露出了欣慰的微笑。En: That evening, everyone sat around in a courtyard decorated with lights, filled with laughter and joy.Zh: 通过这次经历，李娜明白了，不仅仅是装饰品能带来节日的快乐，更多的是努力和坚持的暖意。En: Yan specially approached Li Na and said, “Your efforts have made this festival more special.” A relieved smile appeared on Li Na's face.Zh: 村民们的笑脸就是对她最大的肯定。En: Through this experience, Li Na understood that it wasn't just the decorations that brought joy to the festival, but more so the warmth of effort and perseverance.Zh: 而严对她的赞美，更加坚定了她的信心。En: The smiling faces of the villagers were the greatest affirmation for her, and Yan's praise further strengthened her confidence.Zh: 冬至的夜晚，月亮高挂，雪地反射着微微光芒，整个村庄显得格外宁静而美丽。En: On the night of the Dongzhi, the moon hung high, the snow reflecting its faint light, making the entire village appear particularly tranquil and beautiful. Vocabulary Words:atmosphere: 气氛scent: 清香aroma: 烟雾味vibrant: 充满活力impression: 印象scarce: 所剩无几hinder: 阻碍resolve: 下定决心unique: 独特struggled: 艰难intensified: 越来越大acknowledge: 肯定perseverance: 坚持affirmation: 肯定tranquil: 宁静distant: 远处fireplaces: 壁炉prepare: 做准备celebrate: 庆祝decorate: 布置brave: 冒着auspicious: 吉祥courtyard: 院子laughter: 欢笑efforts: 付出praise: 赞美gathering: 聚会perseverance: 坚持reflection: 反射decorations: 装饰品

Shop Talk dives into a study showing that somewhere between 73 and 76, our bodies officially hit the “bounce-back” breaking point. Caught My Eye unwraps VP Vance's Hanukkah-invite-meets-Christmas card mashup, plus the wild personal life of Frosty the Snowman's own Jackie Vernon—multiple marriages and a quaalude habit. Our Business Birthday toasts Johann Maria Farina, the mind (and nose) behind Eau de Cologne. We're all business. Except when we're not. Apple Podcasts: apple.co/1WwDBrC Spotify: spoti.fi/2pC19B1 iHeart Radio: bit.ly/4aza5LW Tunein: bit.ly/1SE3NMb YouTube Music: bit.ly/43T8Y81 Pandora: pdora.co/2pEfctj YouTube: bit.ly/1spAF5a Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Episode 502: I will discuss my memories of Hardrock, Coco, and Joe, Suzy Snowflake, and The Frosty the Snowman Cartoons that aired on WGN-TV Channel 9 in Chicago. Also, I read a menu from Al Farber's Steak Room in Chicago.

It's your boy Smoothie, but of course, and I am back to kick off the holiday season the only way I know how, with a podcast! It truly is the most wonderful time of the year and today we are going to be going over my Top 5 Holiday Specials and 5 honorable mentions!Sit back, relax, pour yourself a hot cup of cocoa and let's set sail on a one horse open sleigh.Episode DetailsIntro: 00:00-04:50The Year Without a Santa Claus: 04:51-06:10How the Grinch Stole Christmas: 06:11-07:17A Garfield Christmas: 07:18-08:56Christmas Eve On Sesame Street: 08:57-11:59Simpson's Roasting on an Open Fire: 12:00-13:28Moving to the Top 5: 13:29-14:135. A Charlie Brown Christmas14:14-15:434. Frosty the Snowman: 15:44-17:033. Mickey's Christmas Carol: 17:04-19:442. Claymation Christmas Celebration: 19:45-22:321. Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer: 22:33-28:38Outro: 28:39-30:15Don't forget to rate and review this podcast wherever you get your podcasts from!Follow Me on:Instagram: @mindofsmoothieThreads: @mindofsmoothieBluesky: @mindofsmoothie.bsky.socialMastodon: @MindOfSmoothieYouTube: https://youtube.com/mindofsmoothieFacebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/mindofsmoothie Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/mindofsmoothieWebsite: https://www.mindofsmoothie.comMusic:"Mind of Smoothie" Intro and "Arcade Fighter 2" by Ryall K

Episode 502: I will discuss my memories of Hardrock, Coco, and Joe, Suzy Snowflake, and The Frosty the Snowman Cartoons that aired on WGN-TV Channel 9 in Chicago. Also, I read a menu from Al Farber's Steak Room in Chicago.

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

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Merry almost Christmas LTP! Now that we have officially started Christmas on LTP, Jacqueline and Meghan watched White Christmas. Somehow Meghan had never seen it and we're pretty sure that hurt Cari's soul from far away. The girls also talk about their favorite Rankin and Bass holiday movies. Meghan finds out Jacqueline doesn't love Frosty, lots of awkward reindeer noises are made, and as usual, so much chaos in the beginning and end of this episode…..that has quite literally nothing to do with Christmas. Anyway friends, Happy Listening! Follow LTP on Social Media

Small-town rumor and speculation seem to dominate discourse in Weatherford. Phelps has to ask: is Wendy Robinson’s murder connected to Vincent and Shelly’s? When Wendy’s case is finally solved, serial killers are in the mix, Phelps realizes the cases need to head into a new direction if answers are the goal. Until a bombshell out of nowhere is dropped into his lap. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Welcome back to the show, everyone! Today we're getting cozy, festive, and maybe even a little competitive, because we're diving straight into the world of classic Christmas specials. We're talking the timeless ones—Rudolph, Frosty, The Grinch, Charlie Brown, and all the nostalgic favorites that make the season feel like the season. Then, to put your holiday spirit—and your memory—to the test, we've got a Christmas Specials Trivia Quiz loaded with 25 questions ranging from super easy to surprisingly tricky. So whether you're a casual holiday-movie enjoyer or a full-on Christmas-special historian, we've got something for you. Grab some cocoa, settle in, and let's get festive—because today's episode is all about the classics we grew up with and the holiday fun they bring.

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Bryan Gee closes out 2025 with a heavyweight final edition of the V Podcast, a full-spectrum selection to take you from the dance to the sofa and back again. This month's episode features new heaters from Bladerunner, Serum, L-Side, Alibi, Clipz and Break, plus lyrical pressure from Riya, DRS, MC Moose, Carasel, and Inja. Also expect classic nods from DJ Die, Krust, Dillinja and Ed Rush & Optical, and that unmistakable V blend of rollers and future fire. Alongside the selections, Bryan catches up with Jumpin Jack Frost to talk about the V Legacy programme – and hands over the decks for a special guest mix packed with timeless gems and signature Frosty flavour. Expect VIPs, dubplates, and a Ram Trilogy remix of Warhead that still hits like a freight train. Thanks for listening in 2025 and we'll be back for more next year. Enjoy! 01. MC Fats & Inja – Good Good Rhythm 2. Think Tonk & DRS – Toppa Top 3. Anile & DRS – Untitled 4. Unknown Artist – Latency Dub 5. Jimi Polo – Better Days (Paul T & Edward Oberon Remix) 6. Bladerunner – Come Again 7. Seba – Olski 8. Bladerunner – Hawk 9. Alibi & Carasel – Slap It Down 10. Alibi – Original Style 11. Crystal Clear – Set It Up 12. Riya & Crystal Clear – Overlook 13. Serum – Club Soda 14. Serum – Finger (VIP) 15. Cloud Lord – Ghost Train (VIP) 16. Alibi – Hardcore (VIP) 17. Alibi – Overactivity 18. Alibi – Alright 19. L-Side – Rhythm Section 20. Zero T & L-Side – Gutter 21. Ed Rush & Optical – Funktion 22. DJ Krust – Not Necessarily a Man 23. Krust – Warhead (Ram Trilogy Remix) 24. DJ Die – Slide Away 25. Dillinja – Unexplored Terrain 26. Paul T & Edward Oberon feat. MC Moose – Future Style 27. DJ Die – Sling Shot 28. Clipz – New Jazz Era 29. L-Side – Bad That 30. Break – Home Girl 31. Jumpin Jack Frost Mix

Superstitions, heartbreak, and some much-needed reason—this episode of The Fourteen Twenty Sports Bar Podcast has it all! The "Voice of Reason" Deanne joins Brent for a lively sports bar chat on quirky game day rituals, Toronto sports heartbreaks, and whether fans' traditions actually matter. From Leafs “jersey throwers” to Jays fever, the crew share laughs, debate infamous sports curses, and compare notes on who they'd most want to share a drink with at the local watering hole—Springsteen or Billy Joel, anyone? Plus, does “Frosty the Snowman” count as a real Christmas song, or is it just another winter tune?

On this week's episode of The One Piece Podcast we go through One Piece Chapter 1168 “The Snows of Elbaph”, plus an interview with special guest Henry Thurlow (Animator & Director on One Piece Episode 1066)! We also have our Piece Together segment, where we take your questions, comments, and theories! SUBSCRIBE TO US ON PATREON! We've opened up a BRAND NEW “Sticker of the Month Club” tier on Patreon that entitles you to a patron-exclusive sticker of one of our amazing episode images every month! You also get access to ad-free episodes and our 800+ episode archive, our exclusive series 4'ced to Watch 4Kids with Steve & Alex, our full-length film OPPJapan, exclusive episodes with our special guests and a lot more. 00:00:00 Introduction;00:05:06 A Chat with Henry Thurlow;01:07:40 Manga Recap: Chapter 1168;02:14:41 Piece Together;02:21:16 To Be Continued…! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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HO-HO-HO! Its TERRIFICON's Mitch and artist/writer Jerry Ordway - celebrating Jerry's birthday! The holidays! Plus, reviews of Batman meets the Yeti from 1978! A Spoiler filled review of Wicked 2 even though we didn't see it! Christmas specials of the past! Frosty! Bad Christmas movies! Join the gang for an hour of Holiday cheer and jeers! Season's Greetings from TERRIFICON! #happyholidays #christmas #comicbooks #terrificon 

We discuss the new Sean Combs docuseries on Netflix and why 50 Cent can't stop smiling in his interviews! A Russian fitness influencer found out that eating 10,000 calories a day isn't healthy, the well-off are more likely to steal from self-checkouts, and a teenager learned the hard way to not hop into a lion enclosure. An American student was stuck in a German vagina sculpture, an ex-NJ cop is arrested for assaulting his fellow workers, and the voice of Frosty the Snowman was exposed for having multiple families! A Tennessee grandfather and his granddaughter were mauled to death by the family pit bulls, BD Wong made a really bad joke on social media, and a female broadcaster turns the insensitive comments she receives into viral fame. All that and we award Brian with the inaugural Cult of Ron & Brian Peace Prize!

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Number 1,004The game news might be slowing down as we're at the end of the year, but we've still got plenty to talk about! Obviously we share our thoughts on Metroid Prime 4: Beyond, but that's not all. We get into online negativity, share some anime insights, do a Stranger Things deep dive, discuss Ubisoft's current Switch 2 output and SO much more. Oh, and did you know Frosty the Snowman had 3 secret families!?

The Wonderful World of Wine (WWW) Episode 304 Hosts Kim Simone and Mark Lenzi explore all things wine with you! Holiday/Christmas Songs Paired With Wine Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas! Get ready to deck the halls and pour the wine with hosts Kim and Mark in this festive holiday special of The Wonderful World of Wine (WWW)! Ever wonder what wine perfectly captures the spirit of "Jingle Bell Rock" or the tranquility of "Silent Night"? Kim and Mark are here to unwrap the mystery! They'll show you how to harmoniously pair Christmas songs with wines by matching the mood, style, and intensity of the music with the character, body, and flavor of the wine. From classic and traditional carols like "Silent Night" to those beloved tunes from classic kids' holiday shows like "Frosty the Snowman," we'll be giving you wonderfully festive pairing ideas to elevate your celebrations. Plus, we'll share our expert tips for successful wine holiday shopping! So, cozy up by the fire, sing a holiday tune with us, and celebrate the joy of the holidays—one perfect pairing at a time. Cheers, Kim and Mark

We discuss the first season of Tim Robinson's 'The Chair Company' What do you think happens in season 2? Are we dumb? What was your favorite joke from the season? Also - Mac's Spotify Wrap, Gu likes wraps, Frosty's secret families, the Robo-Cop statue & MUCH MORE! Join the conversation... FacebookInstagramTwitterTikTokYouTubeRate/Review/Subscribe:Apple PodcastsSpotifyYouTubeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Send us a textGUEST: GRANT CASTLEBERRY, pastor, The King's Chapel (Raleigh, NC)As we approach Christmas, a date that has been traditionally set aside to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, it's remarkable to observe just how little all the hubbub around the “holidays” reflects this historic reason for the season.Blow-up Santas adorn yards, endless ads in print and on television entice purchasing endless things, and background music in stores croon about snowflakes, Frosty, and jingle bells.The obvious truth is this: the god of this world has successfully distracted and deceived society from focusing on the Christ of Christmas.At the same time, national and world events draw our attention—heated debates over politicians and policies, the cost of living, taxation, normalization of sexual sin, abortion, Islamic immigration, deportation of illegal immigrants, support of Israel, and the list goes on.While God designed us with the capacity to consider many different issues each day, one needs to be our priority, that “God has sent His only begotten Son into the world so that we might live through Him. In this is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins” (1 John 4:9-10).Grant Castleberry, pastor of The King's Chapel in Raleigh, NC, joins us this weekend on The Christian Worldview to help us avoid the distractions and keep Christ at the center of this Christmas season. A former captain in the US Marine Corps, Grant, along with his wife, GraceAnna, are the authors of Manger in Danger, an excellent, gospel-centered 25-day devotional for families with children.Grant will also explain how nations with Christian heritage, like England and the United States, have diverted from Christmas and the faith, become secularized and even welcomed Islamic immigration in the name of the false god of multiculturalism.-----------------PROGRAM NOTES:Manger in Danger for a donation of any amount.The King's Chapel in Raleigh, NCUnashamed Truth podcast

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Frosty Had How Many Families?

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Beat Migs! Jackie Vernon, the voice of Frosty the Snowman, has been exposed! Tune in to find out what he was spreading!

The actor who played Frosty the Snowman had three secret families! Comedian Matt Rife is facing backlash for exposing a Christmas secret.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.