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Send us a textOn this intriguing Christmas edition of Why is my son a Gorilla, Brian and Brian reveal all of the truths and just a bit of made up stuff about Jesus. Yes, son of Dog, the all fearing and somewhat despondant chap who became the Messiah we all talk about this day just to receive gifts and maybe a free lunch.With sleigh bells ringing and Santa's helpers, Jeremy, Leroy, Basil, Doug and Tyrone furiously assembling gifts for the kiddies of the world and Santa's Tobbacanist and Sleigh provider, Jimmy, of Sleighs are Us and Requisites tending to the needs of vagabonds worldwide, we capture the essence of what is a religious nonsense and other patronising ways.Brian broaches the subject of a virgin birth, necrophilia, autism and incest in an interesting section that should see the Brian's either win a Nobel Peace Prize or be never heard of again. Get into it and vote now!!On a touching note, Bevan mows Paddock 58 on Brian's property and decides to unclog a blockage while the mower's running. All good stuff, spirit and slashed arteries.

Love the show? Have any thoughts? Click here to let us know!Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates, and Happy Thursday to everyone who does not! This week, we have a festive spooky special to close out this holiday season! First, Lauren tells us about the horrific murders of Anthony Michalowski and Michael Hickmott in the late 80s/early 90s. Then, Kenzie shares the horrendous crimes of Bruce McArthur, also known as the Santa Claus Killer, who scenelessly murdered eight men from the Church-Wellesley area of Toronto, Canada. Join us as we delve into these spooky holiday mysteries! --Follow us on Social Media and find out how to support A Scary State by clicking on our Link Tree: https://instabio.cc/4050223uxWQAl--Have a scary tale or listener story of your own? Send us an email to ascarystatepodcast@gmail.com! We can't wait to read it!--Thinking of starting a podcast? Thinking about using Buzzsprout for that? Well use our link to let Buzzsprout know we sent you and get a $20 Amazon gift card if you sign up for a paid plan!https://www.buzzsprout.com/?referrer_id=1722892--Works cited!https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Dq_0tJvFgEFuU1ZpZQ3E_LcuLc-RrTML8fSt9ILWb6k/edit?usp=sharing --Intro and outro music thanks to Kevin MacLeod. You can visit his site here: http://incompetech.com/. Which is where we found our music!

Send us a textTeague is joined by Sally Stewart for a preview of the inaugural Sleigh Bell Slam!Support the show

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PJ hears Santa talk to the boys and girls about Christmas. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Trash Tuesday LIVE! January 28th at the Comedy Store. Tickets on sale now! https://www.showclix.com/event/trash-tuesday-2026-january BTS, BONUS CONTENT AND MORE! Only on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/c/TrashTuesdayPodcast It’s Christmas here at Trash Tuesday! Ivy Wolk and Ali Macofsky are here to SLEIGH. We learn who Ivy's [currently] beefing with on the internet, Esther gets into a Waymo accident, and we have some Holiday Hot Takes that might land us on the naughty list. From our Trash Tuesday family to yours, Happy Holidays, Sluggies! Thank you to out sponsors:Thank you Monarch! Code: TRASHTUESDAY at monarch.com in your browser for half off your first year *Listen to Esther's New Solo Pod!* https://www.esthersgrouptherapy.substack.com *Visit Ebb Ocean Club & Holiday Shop* https://www.ebboceanclub.com/ for Khalyla’s reef safe and biodegradable hair products! FOLLOW TRASH ON SOCIALS: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/itstrashtuesday Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@itstrashtuesday MORE ESTHER:TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@esthermonster Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/esthermonster/ MORE KHALYLA:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/khalamityk/ Tigerbelly Podcast: https://www.youtube.com/@UCIyIoM_Nd8HtY19fuR_ov2A PRODUCTION:Studio Ten42: https://www.instagram.com/studioten42/ Guy Robinson: https://www.instagram.com/grobfps/ Arielle Jade (Editor): https://www.instagram.com/jade.rabbit.cce/ Elisa Hernandez Kohler: https://www.instagram.com/ellie.lianna/ Megan Clements: https://www.instagram.com/egggymeg/

Every year, as the days grow short and a chill flies upon the wind (unless you're in the Southern Hemisphere!! Sorry y'all), the most dangerous Holiday Characters enter the arena in search of Yuletide glory. BUT THIS YEAR...That Arena? A dang Race Course like Mario Kart!Those Characters? Dark, twisted versions of your holiday faves.It's YULETIDE KOMBAT FAMILY V: DARK SLEIGHYuletide Kombat Family is invented, GM'd, produced, and sound designed by Tim Platt, with special fighting music from Steve DeSiena. BUCKET OF MILK 4 LIFE BABY!MERCH ALERT! For the Holidays, we've re-released a bunch of classic designs out from the vault along with some new designs too! Check it all out in our store!Follow us on bluesky for goodness sake, it's fun! And it's probably the best way to contact us, all things considered.Special Thanks as always to Sydney and Benjamin Paul and Tyler Button, and our Big Freak Spacejamfan!This episode features additional sound design by Michaël Ghelfi. Michaël creates brilliantly crafted soundscapes and ambient tracks for all sort of productions and they make perfect accompaniment to your ttrpg home games. Find his work on YouTube, and support that good stuff on Patreon.Subscribe and Rate Rude Tales of Magic on Apple Podcasts and Spotify and leave us a review!Advertise on Rude Tales of Magic via Gumball.fm.Support the show: https://www.rudetalesofmagic.com/See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Ho, Ho, Ho, PRIDE Fam! Welcome to our hot mess Holiday Special! Join us as we play Christmas games, reminisce on past Christmases, what grinds our Holiday gears, favorite Holiday treats, and so much more! Do you want the tea? Because I know you want the tea!

In this segment, Marc "Moose" Malusis takes a break from sports talk to get personal about the "tremendous amount of pressure" that comes with being a parent during the holidays. He contrasts the carefree joy of his own childhood—filled with snowball fights, sleigh riding, and Bing Crosby—with his current reality: a marathon 9-hour shift in the kitchen. From navigating high-stakes menu requests like "hollow bread French toast casserole" to the weight of creating "perfect" memories for his kids, Moose explores why the magic of Christmas feels a lot more like a full-time job once you're the one wearing the apron.

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President Trump is playing Santa Claus this year, and Democrats are once again stapled to the naughty list. But let's be clear. This isn't the ho-ho-ho Santa. This is Santa after a triple espresso, carrying a clipboard, and asking pointed questions about where the money went.And judging by the wreckage, it wasn't Santa who got run over by a reindeer. It was the Democrats. Flattened. Antlers everywhere. Sleigh marks leading straight back to accountability.Forget a lump of coal. Trump put Democrats' coal on a conveyor belt and fed it directly into their stockings like he's firing up a steel mill. This is industrial punishment, OSHA-approved, with a grin that says, you earned every ounce of this.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? Of course not. You don't listen to the podcast so why would some random jangling entertain you, eh? But do listen, because it's only bloody Christmas again! In Episode 98, deKay and Kendrick chat about some The Game Awards stuff, Half Life 3 (or not), and games!

Elf on a Shelf: Part 1 Her stalker wasn't who she thought he was; Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Honey smiled at the long line of children waiting to see Santa, flipping her phone from Google Translate back to see the information of the next little girl in line, who was looking up at her somberly with large liquid brown eyes. In her small face was a familiar mixture of fear and hope. Wonder; it was wonder in her eyes, Honey thought. Unlike the tired and jaded adults, dutifully shifting their weight from foot to foot, holding overstuffed shopping bags and all the coats of their kids as they distracted themselves on their phones, the children got more and more excited as they drew near the man in the furry red suit with white trim. Honey loved working with the children; because like them, she sometimes could still see the magic. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Norman shift uncomfortably in the painted plywood throne made for him to sit with the children and discuss their good behavior and of the wishes that they hoped would come true. Even at age 62, Norman still saw the magic with his merry bright blue eyes, but it faded when his prostate pained him. When the photographer got the shot the parent wanted, Honey walked to where most of the long line could see her as Norman flashed her a look of worshipful gratitude. The adults' faces immediately fell, knowing what was coming. "I'm afraid Santa needs to take a quick break because apparently the reindeer have begun arguing again!" Norman put his gloved hands up to his real beard, pulled a comically dismayed face, jumped up from his throne, and ran off toward the restrooms. Honey shook her head mournfully and continued, "The reindeer were all practicing their Christmas carols when Comet and Cupid couldn't decide how many times Santa checks his list in Santa Claus is Coming to Town! Does anyone here remember how it goes?" she asked, scanning the line for people game enough to help. Honey scampered back and forth along the line trying to choose among the eager volunteers, her white-trimmed, pink fur skirt flaring out around her thighs, her long legs clad in sparkly curly-toed ruby slippers and candy cane swirl stockings catching the eyes of several fathers. Suddenly, she gasped listening carefully to her headset, "Nina?" she called out. "Comet and Cupid say they will only stop arguing if 'Nina' gives the answer. Is there a 'Nina' here today? Nina?" Honey looked around at the crowd carefully until the little girl with the big brown eyes, who had been quietly waiting 57 minutes in line, gathered the courage to raise her hand. "Oh! Are you Nina?" she asked, running over and crouching down near the girl. "We just adopted her; she only speaks Portuguese," the weary woman holding her hand said quietly. Honey gasped and smiled widely, "Voc fala portugu s Nina? Maravilhosa!" she said, watching the little girl's eyes brighten excitedly. "Voc pode me dizer quantas vezes o Papai Noel verifica sua lista?" she asked, holding her microphone out to the little girl. "Duas vezes!" Nina said confidently into the mic. Honey listened carefully to her headset, concentrating, "'Duas vezes' it is! They've stopped arguing!" she announced. "But now, they want us all to sing the song in Portuguese! Nina, voc vai me ajudar a ensin -los a m sica?" she asked. Nina nodded and slowly she and Honey taught the familiar song to the crowd in a new language. As always, a hush came on the crowd when Honey began to sing. Heads raised up from forgotten phones. Vague smiles drifted onto the turning heads of passers-by in the mall as they paused in their frenetic search for gifts. It wasn't so much that Honey's voice was beautiful, though it certainly was. It was more that when Honey sang, it seemed to make the things that didn't really matter melt away. To those that believed in such things, Honey's voice was magic. When she sang, people held their breath and didn't even miss the air. Honey closed her eyes as she sang next to Nina. It was a newly acquired habit. Though she had been taught to let her eyes slowly drift over the audience, letting them make a connection with each person as she sang, she didn't do that anymore. She knew he was out there. She felt his presence frequently as she worked, but it was only when she sang that he came out into the open. She couldn't hold her voice steady when she saw him watching her, so she closed her eyes and let the magic continue for the crowd. When the song ended, Honey opened her eyes as the crowd cheered, finding his powerful form immediately as if she had been commanded to look at him. Zach. He had changed a lot in the year since he brought his sister's children through the long Santa line, drawing her almost too-large dark blue eyes to him then, as easily as he did now. After bringing his nieces and nephews through the line, he'd gone home and brought all his neighbors' kids to see Santa in five more trips, watching her the entire time. He looked at her as if he'd never seen anything like her in the world, like he couldn't believe she was real. She had loved feeling his eyes on her then, hearing his voice. She had wanted to climb up in his lap, feel his large arms curled around her, whisper to him about how good she had been that year, and of how much she hoped he would make her wishes come true. Of course, all that was before he'd told her he wanted to kill her. Zach's face looked leaner now, though his body seemed even larger, if such a thing was possible. His brooding, deep-set eyes were not merry, as they had been when children climbed his tree-like body in her line last year. They weren't nervously soft and adoring of every part of her, as they had been at their candle-lit dinner. His eyes weren't rageful or insane as you might expect from someone visiting their object of murderous hate, but rather; they were tortured, trapped. Pain and quiet desperation had taken up restless residence in the windows to his soul. Honey knew she shouldn't look at him so much, but she just wished she could understand what she had done wrong. Once the line of children and parents had cleared, it was long past the official closing time. Honey cleaned up the display and prepared it for the next day while Norman took one last lingering trip to the restroom. Her phone showed numerous messages from work friends from her other job asking where she was. The firm had planned a Christmas party at Gatsby's, a gorgeous club worthy of F. Scott Fitzgerald's glamorous hero. It was also the place where Zach had taken her on their first and last date. The Gatsby's waiter had looked stunned and confused when she shakily ordered herself an "angel shot," the code-phrase used to quietly ask bartenders or wait staff for help when you felt threatened, but after his initial shock, the waiter immediately escorted her secretly to a taxi waiting outside before Zach returned to the table. Gatsby's had saved her life; but she didn't want to go back there. After avoiding call after call from Zach, she finally answered and politely asked him never to call her again. To her surprise, he didn't. He never spoke to her again. Unless she sang, she never even saw him, but she felt his presence almost everywhere. It felt like she was haunted by him; haunted by something wonderful and magical that, inexplicably, went horribly wrong. Her phone buzzed again, the display showing that the firm's senior partner wanted to FaceTime her. Steeling herself, she answered. "Honey Lane where in the hell; oh my god lookit you!" Aaron Timberman held the phone high above his head with his long ex-basketball-player arms and Honey saw a crowd of her co-workers crowd into the picture behind him. "Um, hi sir. Sorry I'm late to;" "You're an elf!" "Um, yeah. It's a volunteer thing;" "Wait, wait, wait; you have the shoes? You know, with the; toes?" he slurred, motioning his finger in a spiral motion. Honey bit her lips and tilted the camera down her body, showing her entire costume, tilting her foot to show off the curled toe. "I'm sorry it got late tonight, but I'll be there as soon as I can get home and get changed;" Timberman looked around at the crowd surrounding him, "Guys, do we wanna see Honey Lane here at the party in some boring old Anne Klein shit, or do we want the elf?" he yelled, pointing at the screen. Behind him, almost a dozen of her co-workers began chanting "Elf, Elf, Elf, Elf!" "Get yer ass over here, Elf," Timberman ordered, poking at his screen several times before effectively ending the call. A few minutes later, Norman finally came back from the restroom and gave Honey a ride over to Gatsby's in his red SUV bedecked with a bumper sticker that read, "My other car's a SLEIGH!" Honey hopped out after getting bits of advice from Norman that would have been appropriate several decades ago. With flaming cheeks, she brushed the furry white pompom from her hat out of her face and told the smirking ma tre d which party she wanted, sighing when he grinned widely and escorted her through the middle of the main dining area, much to her horror. When the doors to the party room opened and she was greeted by another round of "Elf, Elf, Elf, Elf," she didn't feel much better. She was starving, so she headed over to the buffet and began loading up a plate with delicious-looking things on ice in shot glasses, impaled on sticks, or immersed in flames. She just spied a quiet table in a dark corner and was winding her way toward it to it to scarf down her only food since breakfast before she could be drawn into a drunken debate. That was the plan, anyway. "Hunnybaby! Lookit you! C'mon we gotta dance!" Lee James slurred to her fur-trimmed tits. With a sigh, she smiled and laid her plate down on a nearby table, promising to herself that she would eat right after enduring a dance with the favored junior partner. Unfortunately, after Lee angled her awkwardly around the dance floor, they'd drawn so much attention that everyone wanted to get pics of themselves toasting and dancing with the Christmas elf. At some point, she found herself in Timberman's arms with a glass of champagne in her hand. "Um; what?" she said, almost asking herself how she had gotten there. "I said you look lovely, tonight, Honey. Much better than in a shawl and sheath dress," he said, quickly twirling her around as they reached the edge of the dance floor. "Twirling makes my skirt go up; I'm dizzy," she murmured. A familiar dark figure flashed in the background and disappeared as Timberman turned her again. She looked around, trying to find the figure again, but she couldn't see him anywhere. Why was he there? Had she been singing again? "Well, I'll make sure nobody twirls you, my dear," he said, twirling her and smiling as her skirt flew up her long candy-cane striped legs. "The wives wouldn't like it." "I like your wife's dress Mr. Timberman; looks warm. It covers her ass when she sits, too," she slurred, frowning in confusion at the dark red drink in her hand now. Zach was frowning, and then he just looked blurry again as she swirled around. Maybe swirling made it harder for him to kill her. Why did he want to kill her? It just wasn't fair. Timberman leaned down and dipped her, "I'll make sure to give her your compliments. You know, if you like what wives wear, you should consider getting married. Lee is quite taken with you, you know," he said, stroking his hand against the soft pink velvet of her dress. Honey found herself drifting away and wandering inside her head again, thinking about Lee; he was handsome in an overly-polished way, said funny things, but they always sounded a little mean, like he wanted to be the only one laughing; and he also took her away from the food plate that just floated by on a table. It was still full. She should have eaten that food. What time was it? "He likes my boobs; and he doesn't want to kill me," she agreed eventually, surprised to find that Timberman was gone and she was dancing with Lee James again. "Well, I can't blame him for that; they're fucking perfect; just like everything else. I'm gonna come on them after you suck me off; he murmured, pulling her closer against him. "Let me take you home, Honey; penthouse view of the city; "Umm; no, that's not home; I live in the; railroad place; with the trains?" Honey explained, pointing in what she thought was the direction of the Lowertown Commons. Why did every guy think she lived with them tonight? "Sounds charming, Eliza Doolittle; you should trade up. You don't know how much I'd love twist your arms back and fuck this ass wide open over my balcony tonight," he said, reaching his hand under her skirt and greedily squeezing her bottom. "You'd like that, wouldn't you Honey? I can tell; Lee whispered, his cologne invading her head and making her queasy. "I feel sick; Honey whimpered and staggered away, trying to find the quiet table where the food was that would make her less drunk. The dance floor was confusing, though, always turning around and thumping and flashing. She leaned against a pillar until she got a better sense of where she was. She liked the pillar. It was big and strong; and it stroked her hair. "Honey; wake up, Honey. Open your mouth. You need to take these," the vaguely familiar voice said, cutting through the sleep that had been blocking out some of the pain she felt everywhere. She obediently opened her mouth and the hand put two caplets on her tongue. A water bottle squirted a little cool liquid into her mouth until she moaned and sucked harder, desperate for more. "Not too much. Wait until you can hold that down. I'll give you more in a bit. You don't want that IV back, do you?" "Nuh" Honey groaned. She hated needles. Sure, just about every part of her body hurt more than a needle did, right now, but somehow needle pain felt personal. Like with Zach. He didn't seem like someone who went around wanting to choke everybody; just her. She was nobody special; just a simple girl who kept lawyers organized and tried to be nice. Then, someone wonderful like Zach thought she needed to die. That hurt. Something about her made him go from being tender and intensely loving to someone who; it just didn't make sense. What did she do? Mercifully, sleep faded the pain and clouded her thoughts. Voices below her intruded into a wonderful dream where she was bouncing on clouds. Though not in the same room, the voices seemed strangely clear. "I can't; Terry, she cries when I do that," the pills voice said, making her eyes fly open. She knew that voice. She hadn't heard it for a year, but she would never forget it. Her body reacted with a confused mix of emotions, her cheeks flushing and adrenaline searing a path all through her at the same time. "That's because it hurts her. You know what hurts more? Bedsores. Man up. Use the pillows to prop her weight against the parts that aren't hurt on whichever side. It's either this, or she goes back to the hospital, and I have it on good authority you won't be allowed to visit after what happened." "She was screaming; Zach gritted. "Yeah, well they were putting her shoulder back in. People scream. That still doesn't excuse what you did. Since when did you become such a pussy about pain?" Terry asked. "since her." "oh my god." "Shut up," Zach grunted. "Oh my god; "Yeah, that's not shutting up." "The great Z-dog has been taken down;" "Shut up, maggot, it's not like that. I'm just taking care of h;" "By a little bitty pink Christmas elf; Terry laughed. There was a scuffling sound and then a loud whoomp and a forceful exhalation of air. "So, I turn her every few hours until she can do it for herself?" Zach asked, casually. "Yes, sir," Terry choked. "Anything else?" "Clear liquids until she can hold stuff down. Talk to her. Ask her questions. If she seems disoriented or part of her face goes slack, she goes back to the hospital. Don't fuck around." "Got it. Are you squared away, or do we need to discuss this further?" "Squared away, sir," Terry choked, then gasped in relief, panting faintly. "Jesus Christ, you haven't lost your touch. We on for the hump tomorrow at 0 500?" "No. I'm gonna stick close here until she's;" "Got it. Hey, maybe they have those Baby Bjorn things in elf-size. Then, you could just strap her onto your ba; ow! ow! ow, ow, ow!" "You weren't particularly attached to the rest of that sentence, were you, maggot?" Zach growled. "Sir, no sir; Terry squeaked. "I didn't think so. You'll be back here Wednesday," Zach stated, more as an order than a question. "Yeah, if you want me to. Honestly, right now she just needs rest and TLC more than a medic. That stands for 'tender loving care' by the way, not;" "You were just going," Zach said, as the voices moved to another end of the room below her. "Hey, you wanna know what makes an elf's toes curl up like tha;" Terry asked, his question cut off by the slamming of the door. Honey listened, trembling and terrified as Zach paced the floor below her. Though his voice hadn't changed, he sounded nothing like the man that had wooed her so tenderly a year ago. He sounded dangerous, brutal even. He definitely sounded like the kind of person that went around wanting to choke everyone, she thought, strangely relieved that her heartbreak felt a little less personal. How could she have been so wrong in her impression of him? She looked around the room, understanding now how the voices had reached her so easily. She was in an open industrial loft bedroom that opened onto the main floor below. Looking around, she realized she must be in Zach's huge bed, though if the crisply made side next to her was any indication, he hadn't been sleeping in it with her. Looking down her body, she gasped quietly. Her left arm was in a sling strapped to her chest, her legs were covered in bruises, and the right leg that was being stabbed with an invisible knife right now, was wrapped up in an air cast boot. What had happened to her? The last thing she remembered was feeling sick as she tried to get away from Lee's groping hands on the dance floor. After that; nothing. How did she get here? A beeping noise sounded below and Zach walked across the room to what sounded like a kitchen. The sound of water being poured into a cup, the ringing of a spoon stirring it, a pill bottle being opened. Honey shivered, realizing he was probably coming up to her, soon. She closed her eyes and tried to slow her breathing, feigning sleep. Steps ascending to the loft bedroom. Ankle stabbing, stab, stab, stab, stab with every panicked heartbeat. A tray went down on the nightstand next to her. A chair across the room was lifted and set down by the bed. Honey told herself to breathe slowly, willing the tears welling behind her lids not to leak out of her eyes. He would leave her alone if she was sleeping, wouldn't he? "You're not sleeping," Zach's voice stated, quietly, and her stomach clenched in fear. "You've been waking up for these pills every four hours like a junkie. I know you don't want to talk to me, Honey, but until you're squared away, you're gonna have to. So, cut the crap, open your eyes, and let's get this done." Honey opened her eyes to see his grim face looking down at her. With one blink, large tears rolled down her pale cheeks, and Zach's jaw set angrily. Sitting down in the chair, he put his elbows on his knees and leaned his massive shoulders forward, looking at her. His hands looked like they could crush rocks as he gripped them together. "Let's get some things straight. I don't know what you think you know about me, but acting like I'm some kind of psycho is pretty shitty. You want nothing of me, that's fine, but you're hurt because you screamed and flung yourself down some stairs rather than let me help you to an Uber. You're staying here until you're well, because some shithead at that party gave you enough roofies to be in a coma for almost 3 days and I'm not dragging my ass to that rat trap of yours in the Commons every day to make sure they don't come back while you're weak. Are we clear?" he asked. Honey swallowed and nodded, wincing at the pain in her neck and head. That just seemed to make Zach angrier. "While you are here, you will do as you're told. You will eat what you get, and you will not complain. You see these, here?" he said, holding up the magic caplets that made everything better. "These are the last ones you're getting. I'm switching you to ibuprofen and Tylenol because, unchecked, this Sackler shit will fuck you up for good and that's not happening on my watch. Do you understand?" he asked. "Yes," Honey whispered. At the sound of her voice, Zach's mouth twitched, but at least he didn't look as angry as when she'd nodded and winced. "You will follow your doctor's orders to the last goddamn word. You will rest. You will do your therapy. You will let me help you and you will ask me for what you need because I am not a fucking mind reader. And so help me, if you do anything stupid like get out of that bed without me here to help you, or push yourself away from me like you did at Gatsby's, or any other drama shit that hurts even one hair on that head again, I will personally make you regret you were ever born." "Yes, Zach," Honey breathed, confused. Two more tears rolled down her cheeks. Without thinking, she leaned over to wipe them off on her shoulder and cried out in pain. Zach squeezed his clenched hands together and several of his knuckles cracked. "You don't use my name. You don't get to use my name. You're not getting under my skin again, you hear me?" Zach growled, using his rough knuckle to wipe her tears. "Orders a fucking angel shot in my own fucking club; fuck you. I don't have a name, you don't have a name. You're nothing to me. Understand?" "Yes, sir," she whispered. Honey leaned forward and took the last spoonful of broth into her mouth and swallowed, looking longingly at the noodles at the bottom of the cup. Zach caught a drop of broth at the bottom of her lower lip with the spoon and returned it to her mouth. "No," he said, seeing where her eyes lingered. "I can do it," she pleaded. "Please; I haven't had anything solid since; how long has it been?" "I said, no. You throw up on another pair of my skivvies and I'll be doing laundry twice a week," Zach said, dabbing her mouth with a paper towel. "Why do I have to wear your boxer briefs anyway? They feel weird. They have this hole-flap thing; and there are some places that aren't supposed to feel a breeze," Honey said, lifting the blanket to look down at his underwear loosely covering her hips. "Are you complaining?" he asked quietly. Honey's eyes darted quickly to his face, "No sir," she murmured, looking down at her lap. "I just thought if I had some of my things here, you wouldn't have to do the laundry so much." "I'll worry about what I have to do, Honey," he said, unthinkingly using her name. Startled, she looked up to see his eyes wandering over her, his massive t-shirt sleeves going down past her elbows. She felt ridiculous and disheveled, but something about the way he looked at her made her hold her breath. Then, without another word, he slurped the noodles out of the cup and took the tray downstairs. After that, the two settled into a quiet routine of him feeding her, giving her medicine, and watching her sleep most of the day. She would sometimes awaken to the soft repetitive sounds of him running on a treadmill, or the clinking of him lifting weights downstairs where she couldn't see him. Then, he would go to the bathroom and shower. After his shower, he came upstairs again in his towel and took some clothes from his dresser before going back downstairs to change. Honey found herself looking forward to those few seconds each day, watching his droplet-covered torso twist as he leaned over his dresser. He frowned as he flipped through his carefully folded underwear. "You wearing the grey ones?" he asked, not looking at her. Honey peeked under the covers, "Um, yes sir," she replied. "I'm supposed to wear the grey ones today," he grumbled to himself. Honey didn't say anything. Zach was the one who picked out which underwear she wore today. He was the one who looked away while he painstakingly slipped the old ones off her hips and pulled the new ones over her boot and up her legs until her bottom was covered again. There was nothing about her life that wasn't chosen and executed by him. If he wasn't happy about the color of his underwear, that was his fault. Still, Zach kept rummaging around in his underwear drawer as if another crisply folded grey pair would somehow magically appear. Finally, rather than offend him by laughing, Honey spoke, "Um; you know, if they're clean, I could wear the pair I had on when I went to the hospital and you could have these. It would get you back on schedule; Zach lifted his head from the drawer and glared at her, as if he thought she was making fun of him. Honey held carefully still and shrugged her uninjured limb. She wasn't making fun, she just wanted to help. The movement caused the huge neckline to gape over to the side, revealing her bare shoulder. She waited as Zach stared impassively at her, the vein at his neck throbbing. After a long moment, he walked over and stood next to her, the tuck of his towel right next to her face. With every breath, she inhaled the scent of his wet body and the bar soap he used. A rivulet of water painstakingly slid from his chest and down his abdomen, until finally disappearing into the tightly twisted white cotton. Honey glanced up to see that he had been reading her face as she watched the droplet's progress. With a shaking breath, she blushed and pulled the covers higher with her good arm. With a twist of his mouth, Zach pulled the neckline back over her shoulder again and quickly left the room. That night, after leaving her with a video baby monitor watching her on the nightstand, Zach returned with a bag of her underwear and some of her nightgowns. After watching her excitedly sort through them, Zach pushed them aside and sat on the edge of the bed. "There were a bunch of boxes with tags on them in your living room. What's that about?" he asked. Honey's eyes dropped, "Oh; that's the charity gift thing for kids. You sign up and get them something they wished for and wrap it up so they can have something under the tree, when they wouldn't have something otherwise. It's nice, you know? I signed up for a bunch and I was supposed to wrap them and get them back to the law firm, but I guess; sorry kids," she trailed off. Looking furious, yet carefully impassive at the same time, Zach cursed under his breath and left again, returning with the packages and a huge stack of unused Styrofoam clamshells from Gatsby's, and dumped them on the bed next to her. For the next few hours, they "wrapped" the presents, Zach carefully fitting items into an appropriate-sized takeout box, and Honey trying to make them pretty with ribbons. As she watched him work, occasionally cursing under his breath, she found herself smiling at his frowning face when he was strategizing how to fit a basketball into three disassembled clamshells. "What are you laughing at?" he said, glaring when he caught her at it. "I wasn't laughing. I was smiling." "Why were you smiling, then?" he asked. "I guess; I just like you; sir," she said, glancing over at him. Honey saw a hopeful softness steal into Zach's eyes until he forcibly wrestled it down and a look of hooded sarcasm shaded them. "Yeah, well; fool me once," he sneered. Angry, Honey closed her eyes, blocking him out the only way she could. "You know, that's; that's not fair. Not after what you said; you scared me!" she said, frustrated that, once again, tears were rolling down her cheeks. Zach choked out a mirthless laugh, "I scared you? What did I say, Honey? What did I fucking say? God! I was on eggshells all night trying not to fuck it up with you and then you just; why? Those creeps you were dancing with at that party, those fucking 'nice guys' that drugged you, they were saying shit that made my skin crawl! I didn't even kiss you! I couldn't! I could barely breathe just for looking at you on our date; you looked just like a fucking angel. What did I say, Honey? What did I say?" Honey reached over and grabbed her phone, flipping through her photo album to a screenshot taken shortly before she blocked his number. "You didn't say it; you texted it. I remember watching you leave for the restroom thinking I'd met the love of my life and then you sent me this; she said, handing her phone to him. Zach took the phone, his face going from an angry red to pale horror in a matter of seconds. "This; this; he gasped, "I didn't; send this; to you; he said, shaking his head. "Whoever had your phone did, sir!" she said, emphasizing the last word, making him wince. "I spent the last year thinking you wanted to do that to me; to kill me. Every time I felt you watching me, every crowd I saw you show up in, every dark room I had to go into, that's what I thought about. I thought that a man I was head over heels about; that I could be so wrong about him. So, excuse me for thinking I liked you, sir. I promise it won't ever happen again!" Honey cried herself to sleep that night, refusing to speak to, or even look at Zach again. When she awoke, the bedroom was empty, and a glass of water and a pain pill were waiting on the nightstand. After swallowing the pill, she stared at the ceiling, furious. She didn't want to be there anymore, to be helpless and dependent on him, to obey all his stupid rules. He didn't deserve to take care of her. So, she tightened the straps on her boot and increased the air pressure to hold her broken ankle tightly enough to walk without her crutches. Then, she took off Zach's t-shirt, pulled on her elf dress, and called herself an Uber. It was when she saw the anticipated arrival time of 8 minutes that she realized her mistake. There was no way for her to get down from the loft and out of the apartment quietly in that amount of time. If she used the crutches, she would be able to descend the stairs quickly enough, but they made such a distinctive clicking racket that they would surely wake up her gorilla-like guard. If she hopped down the stairs on her good foot, it might have worked, but her good arm was on the opposite side and she kept losing her balance. Eventually she decided on the most painful course, of going down on her good and bad legs, using her good arm for support. Her boot thunked horribly the first few times, until she got the hang of it and could place it more quietly on the next step and then hop her good foot down to support it before the scream inside her could escape her lips. By the time she reached the bottom, though, she was shaking with pain and exhausted. Curiosity forced her to look around the rest of the apartment as she caught her breath, sitting on the bottom step. It was clean and unmistakably masculine. Exercise equipment took up a lot of the space not already claimed by a leather couch and TV arrangement. Zach lay on the couch, made up with sheets to act as a bed, his feet sticking out over the arm, his hand tucked under the back of his head, his chest rising and falling under the rumpled sheet. If she wasn't so angry, she'd find him handsome; or maybe he still was handsome, she thought grudgingly, closing her eyes miserably and looking away. Why couldn't he be ugly? Life wasn't fair. Uber. Right. Screwing up her courage for what was ahead, she stood and slowly hobbled across the hardwood floor, agonizing over every painful thump and noisy squeak until she finally reached the door. She unlocked the five locks on his large door, each of them being well-oiled and working perfectly. She expected no less of her anal-retentive, grey-skivvies-on-Tuesdays captor. Finally, she tugged open the heavy door to find endless flights of icy steel-mesh stairs leading all the way down to the street where her Uber was waiting. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me; she cried, breaking down into tears. A strong arm slid down around her waist and mercifully shifted her weight off her throbbing foot, "I know. It sucks. You should try it with a rucksack full of bricks," Zach said, leaning his head down and breathing into her hair. "I want to go home," she whispered. "Let me take care of you; please," Zach murmured into the top of her head, "I; it was my fault this happened to you. I scared you, I know that now; but, please believe me that I would never want to hurt or frighten you like that." "It wasn't just that text," she said, pulling her head away and looking up at him angrily. "All year, I never had a moment's peace. Even when I couldn't see you, I could feel you waiting in the quiet or dark places. Even if you weren't there;" "I was there," he confessed. "I was always there. I didn't understand what had gone wrong. You didn't want to talk to me, and the world just didn't make sense to me unless I knew where you were, what you were doing; unless I knew you were safe." "Maybe you knew I was safe, but I didn't! I thought I'd done something; that somehow I deserved to have this beautiful, scary monster hunting me. I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd done to destroy something that was so; wonderful." "You didn't do anything, Honey. Nothing at all. You were perfect. You were so perfect that I couldn't keep; you didn't do anything wrong. I never meant to send you that message; please, please believe me." "Why did you send it?" she asked, finally looking up into his eyes. The dark blue liquid pools of her eyes turned violet in the moonlight, and Zach felt a tightening in his chest. "I; I can't tell you that; but it was never meant for you." "You mean, you meant to send that message to someone else? To hurt them like that?" "Honey, I; Zach said, looking around, unable to meet her eyes, "Please, I can't; you wouldn't understand; my life isn't like that anymore." "I want to go home, Zach; please," she whispered. Zach closed his eyes for a long moment before he swallowed and nodded, looking like he was in more pain than she was. "I'll take you home tomorrow, okay? Or Terry will, if you don't want me to. He'll check the place out, make sure you're set up and safe there. You're tired, you're hurting, and your Uber's gone, now. Let me take you back upstairs and you can go in the morning. Please." At that moment, a throb of pain shot through her entire leg, and as angry as Honey was, she knew she couldn't face her empty apartment without a few more hours of rest. "Okay," she whispered. To be continued in part 2, Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 3 parts, for Literotica.

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Elf on a Shelf: Part 1 Her stalker wasn't who she thought he was; Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Honey smiled at the long line of children waiting to see Santa, flipping her phone from Google Translate back to see the information of the next little girl in line, who was looking up at her somberly with large liquid brown eyes. In her small face was a familiar mixture of fear and hope. Wonder; it was wonder in her eyes, Honey thought. Unlike the tired and jaded adults, dutifully shifting their weight from foot to foot, holding overstuffed shopping bags and all the coats of their kids as they distracted themselves on their phones, the children got more and more excited as they drew near the man in the furry red suit with white trim. Honey loved working with the children; because like them, she sometimes could still see the magic. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Norman shift uncomfortably in the painted plywood throne made for him to sit with the children and discuss their good behavior and of the wishes that they hoped would come true. Even at age 62, Norman still saw the magic with his merry bright blue eyes, but it faded when his prostate pained him. When the photographer got the shot the parent wanted, Honey walked to where most of the long line could see her as Norman flashed her a look of worshipful gratitude. The adults' faces immediately fell, knowing what was coming. "I'm afraid Santa needs to take a quick break because apparently the reindeer have begun arguing again!" Norman put his gloved hands up to his real beard, pulled a comically dismayed face, jumped up from his throne, and ran off toward the restrooms. Honey shook her head mournfully and continued, "The reindeer were all practicing their Christmas carols when Comet and Cupid couldn't decide how many times Santa checks his list in Santa Claus is Coming to Town! Does anyone here remember how it goes?" she asked, scanning the line for people game enough to help. Honey scampered back and forth along the line trying to choose among the eager volunteers, her white-trimmed, pink fur skirt flaring out around her thighs, her long legs clad in sparkly curly-toed ruby slippers and candy cane swirl stockings catching the eyes of several fathers. Suddenly, she gasped listening carefully to her headset, "Nina?" she called out. "Comet and Cupid say they will only stop arguing if 'Nina' gives the answer. Is there a 'Nina' here today? Nina?" Honey looked around at the crowd carefully until the little girl with the big brown eyes, who had been quietly waiting 57 minutes in line, gathered the courage to raise her hand. "Oh! Are you Nina?" she asked, running over and crouching down near the girl. "We just adopted her; she only speaks Portuguese," the weary woman holding her hand said quietly. Honey gasped and smiled widely, "Voc fala portugu s Nina? Maravilhosa!" she said, watching the little girl's eyes brighten excitedly. "Voc pode me dizer quantas vezes o Papai Noel verifica sua lista?" she asked, holding her microphone out to the little girl. "Duas vezes!" Nina said confidently into the mic. Honey listened carefully to her headset, concentrating, "'Duas vezes' it is! They've stopped arguing!" she announced. "But now, they want us all to sing the song in Portuguese! Nina, voc vai me ajudar a ensin -los a m sica?" she asked. Nina nodded and slowly she and Honey taught the familiar song to the crowd in a new language. As always, a hush came on the crowd when Honey began to sing. Heads raised up from forgotten phones. Vague smiles drifted onto the turning heads of passers-by in the mall as they paused in their frenetic search for gifts. It wasn't so much that Honey's voice was beautiful, though it certainly was. It was more that when Honey sang, it seemed to make the things that didn't really matter melt away. To those that believed in such things, Honey's voice was magic. When she sang, people held their breath and didn't even miss the air. Honey closed her eyes as she sang next to Nina. It was a newly acquired habit. Though she had been taught to let her eyes slowly drift over the audience, letting them make a connection with each person as she sang, she didn't do that anymore. She knew he was out there. She felt his presence frequently as she worked, but it was only when she sang that he came out into the open. She couldn't hold her voice steady when she saw him watching her, so she closed her eyes and let the magic continue for the crowd. When the song ended, Honey opened her eyes as the crowd cheered, finding his powerful form immediately as if she had been commanded to look at him. Zach. He had changed a lot in the year since he brought his sister's children through the long Santa line, drawing her almost too-large dark blue eyes to him then, as easily as he did now. After bringing his nieces and nephews through the line, he'd gone home and brought all his neighbors' kids to see Santa in five more trips, watching her the entire time. He looked at her as if he'd never seen anything like her in the world, like he couldn't believe she was real. She had loved feeling his eyes on her then, hearing his voice. She had wanted to climb up in his lap, feel his large arms curled around her, whisper to him about how good she had been that year, and of how much she hoped he would make her wishes come true. Of course, all that was before he'd told her he wanted to kill her. Zach's face looked leaner now, though his body seemed even larger, if such a thing was possible. His brooding, deep-set eyes were not merry, as they had been when children climbed his tree-like body in her line last year. They weren't nervously soft and adoring of every part of her, as they had been at their candle-lit dinner. His eyes weren't rageful or insane as you might expect from someone visiting their object of murderous hate, but rather; they were tortured, trapped. Pain and quiet desperation had taken up restless residence in the windows to his soul. Honey knew she shouldn't look at him so much, but she just wished she could understand what she had done wrong. Once the line of children and parents had cleared, it was long past the official closing time. Honey cleaned up the display and prepared it for the next day while Norman took one last lingering trip to the restroom. Her phone showed numerous messages from work friends from her other job asking where she was. The firm had planned a Christmas party at Gatsby's, a gorgeous club worthy of F. Scott Fitzgerald's glamorous hero. It was also the place where Zach had taken her on their first and last date. The Gatsby's waiter had looked stunned and confused when she shakily ordered herself an "angel shot," the code-phrase used to quietly ask bartenders or wait staff for help when you felt threatened, but after his initial shock, the waiter immediately escorted her secretly to a taxi waiting outside before Zach returned to the table. Gatsby's had saved her life; but she didn't want to go back there. After avoiding call after call from Zach, she finally answered and politely asked him never to call her again. To her surprise, he didn't. He never spoke to her again. Unless she sang, she never even saw him, but she felt his presence almost everywhere. It felt like she was haunted by him; haunted by something wonderful and magical that, inexplicably, went horribly wrong. Her phone buzzed again, the display showing that the firm's senior partner wanted to FaceTime her. Steeling herself, she answered. "Honey Lane where in the hell; oh my god lookit you!" Aaron Timberman held the phone high above his head with his long ex-basketball-player arms and Honey saw a crowd of her co-workers crowd into the picture behind him. "Um, hi sir. Sorry I'm late to;" "You're an elf!" "Um, yeah. It's a volunteer thing;" "Wait, wait, wait; you have the shoes? You know, with the; toes?" he slurred, motioning his finger in a spiral motion. Honey bit her lips and tilted the camera down her body, showing her entire costume, tilting her foot to show off the curled toe. "I'm sorry it got late tonight, but I'll be there as soon as I can get home and get changed;" Timberman looked around at the crowd surrounding him, "Guys, do we wanna see Honey Lane here at the party in some boring old Anne Klein shit, or do we want the elf?" he yelled, pointing at the screen. Behind him, almost a dozen of her co-workers began chanting "Elf, Elf, Elf, Elf!" "Get yer ass over here, Elf," Timberman ordered, poking at his screen several times before effectively ending the call. A few minutes later, Norman finally came back from the restroom and gave Honey a ride over to Gatsby's in his red SUV bedecked with a bumper sticker that read, "My other car's a SLEIGH!" Honey hopped out after getting bits of advice from Norman that would have been appropriate several decades ago. With flaming cheeks, she brushed the furry white pompom from her hat out of her face and told the smirking ma tre d which party she wanted, sighing when he grinned widely and escorted her through the middle of the main dining area, much to her horror. When the doors to the party room opened and she was greeted by another round of "Elf, Elf, Elf, Elf," she didn't feel much better. She was starving, so she headed over to the buffet and began loading up a plate with delicious-looking things on ice in shot glasses, impaled on sticks, or immersed in flames. She just spied a quiet table in a dark corner and was winding her way toward it to it to scarf down her only food since breakfast before she could be drawn into a drunken debate. That was the plan, anyway. "Hunnybaby! Lookit you! C'mon we gotta dance!" Lee James slurred to her fur-trimmed tits. With a sigh, she smiled and laid her plate down on a nearby table, promising to herself that she would eat right after enduring a dance with the favored junior partner. Unfortunately, after Lee angled her awkwardly around the dance floor, they'd drawn so much attention that everyone wanted to get pics of themselves toasting and dancing with the Christmas elf. At some point, she found herself in Timberman's arms with a glass of champagne in her hand. "Um; what?" she said, almost asking herself how she had gotten there. "I said you look lovely, tonight, Honey. Much better than in a shawl and sheath dress," he said, quickly twirling her around as they reached the edge of the dance floor. "Twirling makes my skirt go up; I'm dizzy," she murmured. A familiar dark figure flashed in the background and disappeared as Timberman turned her again. She looked around, trying to find the figure again, but she couldn't see him anywhere. Why was he there? Had she been singing again? "Well, I'll make sure nobody twirls you, my dear," he said, twirling her and smiling as her skirt flew up her long candy-cane striped legs. "The wives wouldn't like it." "I like your wife's dress Mr. Timberman; looks warm. It covers her ass when she sits, too," she slurred, frowning in confusion at the dark red drink in her hand now. Zach was frowning, and then he just looked blurry again as she swirled around. Maybe swirling made it harder for him to kill her. Why did he want to kill her? It just wasn't fair. Timberman leaned down and dipped her, "I'll make sure to give her your compliments. You know, if you like what wives wear, you should consider getting married. Lee is quite taken with you, you know," he said, stroking his hand against the soft pink velvet of her dress. Honey found herself drifting away and wandering inside her head again, thinking about Lee; he was handsome in an overly-polished way, said funny things, but they always sounded a little mean, like he wanted to be the only one laughing; and he also took her away from the food plate that just floated by on a table. It was still full. She should have eaten that food. What time was it? "He likes my boobs; and he doesn't want to kill me," she agreed eventually, surprised to find that Timberman was gone and she was dancing with Lee James again. "Well, I can't blame him for that; they're fucking perfect; just like everything else. I'm gonna come on them after you suck me off; he murmured, pulling her closer against him. "Let me take you home, Honey; penthouse view of the city; "Umm; no, that's not home; I live in the; railroad place; with the trains?" Honey explained, pointing in what she thought was the direction of the Lowertown Commons. Why did every guy think she lived with them tonight? "Sounds charming, Eliza Doolittle; you should trade up. You don't know how much I'd love twist your arms back and fuck this ass wide open over my balcony tonight," he said, reaching his hand under her skirt and greedily squeezing her bottom. "You'd like that, wouldn't you Honey? I can tell; Lee whispered, his cologne invading her head and making her queasy. "I feel sick; Honey whimpered and staggered away, trying to find the quiet table where the food was that would make her less drunk. The dance floor was confusing, though, always turning around and thumping and flashing. She leaned against a pillar until she got a better sense of where she was. She liked the pillar. It was big and strong; and it stroked her hair. "Honey; wake up, Honey. Open your mouth. You need to take these," the vaguely familiar voice said, cutting through the sleep that had been blocking out some of the pain she felt everywhere. She obediently opened her mouth and the hand put two caplets on her tongue. A water bottle squirted a little cool liquid into her mouth until she moaned and sucked harder, desperate for more. "Not too much. Wait until you can hold that down. I'll give you more in a bit. You don't want that IV back, do you?" "Nuh" Honey groaned. She hated needles. Sure, just about every part of her body hurt more than a needle did, right now, but somehow needle pain felt personal. Like with Zach. He didn't seem like someone who went around wanting to choke everybody; just her. She was nobody special; just a simple girl who kept lawyers organized and tried to be nice. Then, someone wonderful like Zach thought she needed to die. That hurt. Something about her made him go from being tender and intensely loving to someone who; it just didn't make sense. What did she do? Mercifully, sleep faded the pain and clouded her thoughts. Voices below her intruded into a wonderful dream where she was bouncing on clouds. Though not in the same room, the voices seemed strangely clear. "I can't; Terry, she cries when I do that," the pills voice said, making her eyes fly open. She knew that voice. She hadn't heard it for a year, but she would never forget it. Her body reacted with a confused mix of emotions, her cheeks flushing and adrenaline searing a path all through her at the same time. "That's because it hurts her. You know what hurts more? Bedsores. Man up. Use the pillows to prop her weight against the parts that aren't hurt on whichever side. It's either this, or she goes back to the hospital, and I have it on good authority you won't be allowed to visit after what happened." "She was screaming; Zach gritted. "Yeah, well they were putting her shoulder back in. People scream. That still doesn't excuse what you did. Since when did you become such a pussy about pain?" Terry asked. "since her." "oh my god." "Shut up," Zach grunted. "Oh my god; "Yeah, that's not shutting up." "The great Z-dog has been taken down;" "Shut up, maggot, it's not like that. I'm just taking care of h;" "By a little bitty pink Christmas elf; Terry laughed. There was a scuffling sound and then a loud whoomp and a forceful exhalation of air. "So, I turn her every few hours until she can do it for herself?" Zach asked, casually. "Yes, sir," Terry choked. "Anything else?" "Clear liquids until she can hold stuff down. Talk to her. Ask her questions. If she seems disoriented or part of her face goes slack, she goes back to the hospital. Don't fuck around." "Got it. Are you squared away, or do we need to discuss this further?" "Squared away, sir," Terry choked, then gasped in relief, panting faintly. "Jesus Christ, you haven't lost your touch. We on for the hump tomorrow at 0 500?" "No. I'm gonna stick close here until she's;" "Got it. Hey, maybe they have those Baby Bjorn things in elf-size. Then, you could just strap her onto your ba; ow! ow! ow, ow, ow!" "You weren't particularly attached to the rest of that sentence, were you, maggot?" Zach growled. "Sir, no sir; Terry squeaked. "I didn't think so. You'll be back here Wednesday," Zach stated, more as an order than a question. "Yeah, if you want me to. Honestly, right now she just needs rest and TLC more than a medic. That stands for 'tender loving care' by the way, not;" "You were just going," Zach said, as the voices moved to another end of the room below her. "Hey, you wanna know what makes an elf's toes curl up like tha;" Terry asked, his question cut off by the slamming of the door. Honey listened, trembling and terrified as Zach paced the floor below her. Though his voice hadn't changed, he sounded nothing like the man that had wooed her so tenderly a year ago. He sounded dangerous, brutal even. He definitely sounded like the kind of person that went around wanting to choke everyone, she thought, strangely relieved that her heartbreak felt a little less personal. How could she have been so wrong in her impression of him? She looked around the room, understanding now how the voices had reached her so easily. She was in an open industrial loft bedroom that opened onto the main floor below. Looking around, she realized she must be in Zach's huge bed, though if the crisply made side next to her was any indication, he hadn't been sleeping in it with her. Looking down her body, she gasped quietly. Her left arm was in a sling strapped to her chest, her legs were covered in bruises, and the right leg that was being stabbed with an invisible knife right now, was wrapped up in an air cast boot. What had happened to her? The last thing she remembered was feeling sick as she tried to get away from Lee's groping hands on the dance floor. After that; nothing. How did she get here? A beeping noise sounded below and Zach walked across the room to what sounded like a kitchen. The sound of water being poured into a cup, the ringing of a spoon stirring it, a pill bottle being opened. Honey shivered, realizing he was probably coming up to her, soon. She closed her eyes and tried to slow her breathing, feigning sleep. Steps ascending to the loft bedroom. Ankle stabbing, stab, stab, stab, stab with every panicked heartbeat. A tray went down on the nightstand next to her. A chair across the room was lifted and set down by the bed. Honey told herself to breathe slowly, willing the tears welling behind her lids not to leak out of her eyes. He would leave her alone if she was sleeping, wouldn't he? "You're not sleeping," Zach's voice stated, quietly, and her stomach clenched in fear. "You've been waking up for these pills every four hours like a junkie. I know you don't want to talk to me, Honey, but until you're squared away, you're gonna have to. So, cut the crap, open your eyes, and let's get this done." Honey opened her eyes to see his grim face looking down at her. With one blink, large tears rolled down her pale cheeks, and Zach's jaw set angrily. Sitting down in the chair, he put his elbows on his knees and leaned his massive shoulders forward, looking at her. His hands looked like they could crush rocks as he gripped them together. "Let's get some things straight. I don't know what you think you know about me, but acting like I'm some kind of psycho is pretty shitty. You want nothing of me, that's fine, but you're hurt because you screamed and flung yourself down some stairs rather than let me help you to an Uber. You're staying here until you're well, because some shithead at that party gave you enough roofies to be in a coma for almost 3 days and I'm not dragging my ass to that rat trap of yours in the Commons every day to make sure they don't come back while you're weak. Are we clear?" he asked. Honey swallowed and nodded, wincing at the pain in her neck and head. That just seemed to make Zach angrier. "While you are here, you will do as you're told. You will eat what you get, and you will not complain. You see these, here?" he said, holding up the magic caplets that made everything better. "These are the last ones you're getting. I'm switching you to ibuprofen and Tylenol because, unchecked, this Sackler shit will fuck you up for good and that's not happening on my watch. Do you understand?" he asked. "Yes," Honey whispered. At the sound of her voice, Zach's mouth twitched, but at least he didn't look as angry as when she'd nodded and winced. "You will follow your doctor's orders to the last goddamn word. You will rest. You will do your therapy. You will let me help you and you will ask me for what you need because I am not a fucking mind reader. And so help me, if you do anything stupid like get out of that bed without me here to help you, or push yourself away from me like you did at Gatsby's, or any other drama shit that hurts even one hair on that head again, I will personally make you regret you were ever born." "Yes, Zach," Honey breathed, confused. Two more tears rolled down her cheeks. Without thinking, she leaned over to wipe them off on her shoulder and cried out in pain. Zach squeezed his clenched hands together and several of his knuckles cracked. "You don't use my name. You don't get to use my name. You're not getting under my skin again, you hear me?" Zach growled, using his rough knuckle to wipe her tears. "Orders a fucking angel shot in my own fucking club; fuck you. I don't have a name, you don't have a name. You're nothing to me. Understand?" "Yes, sir," she whispered. Honey leaned forward and took the last spoonful of broth into her mouth and swallowed, looking longingly at the noodles at the bottom of the cup. Zach caught a drop of broth at the bottom of her lower lip with the spoon and returned it to her mouth. "No," he said, seeing where her eyes lingered. "I can do it," she pleaded. "Please; I haven't had anything solid since; how long has it been?" "I said, no. You throw up on another pair of my skivvies and I'll be doing laundry twice a week," Zach said, dabbing her mouth with a paper towel. "Why do I have to wear your boxer briefs anyway? They feel weird. They have this hole-flap thing; and there are some places that aren't supposed to feel a breeze," Honey said, lifting the blanket to look down at his underwear loosely covering her hips. "Are you complaining?" he asked quietly. Honey's eyes darted quickly to his face, "No sir," she murmured, looking down at her lap. "I just thought if I had some of my things here, you wouldn't have to do the laundry so much." "I'll worry about what I have to do, Honey," he said, unthinkingly using her name. Startled, she looked up to see his eyes wandering over her, his massive t-shirt sleeves going down past her elbows. She felt ridiculous and disheveled, but something about the way he looked at her made her hold her breath. Then, without another word, he slurped the noodles out of the cup and took the tray downstairs. After that, the two settled into a quiet routine of him feeding her, giving her medicine, and watching her sleep most of the day. She would sometimes awaken to the soft repetitive sounds of him running on a treadmill, or the clinking of him lifting weights downstairs where she couldn't see him. Then, he would go to the bathroom and shower. After his shower, he came upstairs again in his towel and took some clothes from his dresser before going back downstairs to change. Honey found herself looking forward to those few seconds each day, watching his droplet-covered torso twist as he leaned over his dresser. He frowned as he flipped through his carefully folded underwear. "You wearing the grey ones?" he asked, not looking at her. Honey peeked under the covers, "Um, yes sir," she replied. "I'm supposed to wear the grey ones today," he grumbled to himself. Honey didn't say anything. Zach was the one who picked out which underwear she wore today. He was the one who looked away while he painstakingly slipped the old ones off her hips and pulled the new ones over her boot and up her legs until her bottom was covered again. There was nothing about her life that wasn't chosen and executed by him. If he wasn't happy about the color of his underwear, that was his fault. Still, Zach kept rummaging around in his underwear drawer as if another crisply folded grey pair would somehow magically appear. Finally, rather than offend him by laughing, Honey spoke, "Um; you know, if they're clean, I could wear the pair I had on when I went to the hospital and you could have these. It would get you back on schedule; Zach lifted his head from the drawer and glared at her, as if he thought she was making fun of him. Honey held carefully still and shrugged her uninjured limb. She wasn't making fun, she just wanted to help. The movement caused the huge neckline to gape over to the side, revealing her bare shoulder. She waited as Zach stared impassively at her, the vein at his neck throbbing. After a long moment, he walked over and stood next to her, the tuck of his towel right next to her face. With every breath, she inhaled the scent of his wet body and the bar soap he used. A rivulet of water painstakingly slid from his chest and down his abdomen, until finally disappearing into the tightly twisted white cotton. Honey glanced up to see that he had been reading her face as she watched the droplet's progress. With a shaking breath, she blushed and pulled the covers higher with her good arm. With a twist of his mouth, Zach pulled the neckline back over her shoulder again and quickly left the room. That night, after leaving her with a video baby monitor watching her on the nightstand, Zach returned with a bag of her underwear and some of her nightgowns. After watching her excitedly sort through them, Zach pushed them aside and sat on the edge of the bed. "There were a bunch of boxes with tags on them in your living room. What's that about?" he asked. Honey's eyes dropped, "Oh; that's the charity gift thing for kids. You sign up and get them something they wished for and wrap it up so they can have something under the tree, when they wouldn't have something otherwise. It's nice, you know? I signed up for a bunch and I was supposed to wrap them and get them back to the law firm, but I guess; sorry kids," she trailed off. Looking furious, yet carefully impassive at the same time, Zach cursed under his breath and left again, returning with the packages and a huge stack of unused Styrofoam clamshells from Gatsby's, and dumped them on the bed next to her. For the next few hours, they "wrapped" the presents, Zach carefully fitting items into an appropriate-sized takeout box, and Honey trying to make them pretty with ribbons. As she watched him work, occasionally cursing under his breath, she found herself smiling at his frowning face when he was strategizing how to fit a basketball into three disassembled clamshells. "What are you laughing at?" he said, glaring when he caught her at it. "I wasn't laughing. I was smiling." "Why were you smiling, then?" he asked. "I guess; I just like you; sir," she said, glancing over at him. Honey saw a hopeful softness steal into Zach's eyes until he forcibly wrestled it down and a look of hooded sarcasm shaded them. "Yeah, well; fool me once," he sneered. Angry, Honey closed her eyes, blocking him out the only way she could. "You know, that's; that's not fair. Not after what you said; you scared me!" she said, frustrated that, once again, tears were rolling down her cheeks. Zach choked out a mirthless laugh, "I scared you? What did I say, Honey? What did I fucking say? God! I was on eggshells all night trying not to fuck it up with you and then you just; why? Those creeps you were dancing with at that party, those fucking 'nice guys' that drugged you, they were saying shit that made my skin crawl! I didn't even kiss you! I couldn't! I could barely breathe just for looking at you on our date; you looked just like a fucking angel. What did I say, Honey? What did I say?" Honey reached over and grabbed her phone, flipping through her photo album to a screenshot taken shortly before she blocked his number. "You didn't say it; you texted it. I remember watching you leave for the restroom thinking I'd met the love of my life and then you sent me this; she said, handing her phone to him. Zach took the phone, his face going from an angry red to pale horror in a matter of seconds. "This; this; he gasped, "I didn't; send this; to you; he said, shaking his head. "Whoever had your phone did, sir!" she said, emphasizing the last word, making him wince. "I spent the last year thinking you wanted to do that to me; to kill me. Every time I felt you watching me, every crowd I saw you show up in, every dark room I had to go into, that's what I thought about. I thought that a man I was head over heels about; that I could be so wrong about him. So, excuse me for thinking I liked you, sir. I promise it won't ever happen again!" Honey cried herself to sleep that night, refusing to speak to, or even look at Zach again. When she awoke, the bedroom was empty, and a glass of water and a pain pill were waiting on the nightstand. After swallowing the pill, she stared at the ceiling, furious. She didn't want to be there anymore, to be helpless and dependent on him, to obey all his stupid rules. He didn't deserve to take care of her. So, she tightened the straps on her boot and increased the air pressure to hold her broken ankle tightly enough to walk without her crutches. Then, she took off Zach's t-shirt, pulled on her elf dress, and called herself an Uber. It was when she saw the anticipated arrival time of 8 minutes that she realized her mistake. There was no way for her to get down from the loft and out of the apartment quietly in that amount of time. If she used the crutches, she would be able to descend the stairs quickly enough, but they made such a distinctive clicking racket that they would surely wake up her gorilla-like guard. If she hopped down the stairs on her good foot, it might have worked, but her good arm was on the opposite side and she kept losing her balance. Eventually she decided on the most painful course, of going down on her good and bad legs, using her good arm for support. Her boot thunked horribly the first few times, until she got the hang of it and could place it more quietly on the next step and then hop her good foot down to support it before the scream inside her could escape her lips. By the time she reached the bottom, though, she was shaking with pain and exhausted. Curiosity forced her to look around the rest of the apartment as she caught her breath, sitting on the bottom step. It was clean and unmistakably masculine. Exercise equipment took up a lot of the space not already claimed by a leather couch and TV arrangement. Zach lay on the couch, made up with sheets to act as a bed, his feet sticking out over the arm, his hand tucked under the back of his head, his chest rising and falling under the rumpled sheet. If she wasn't so angry, she'd find him handsome; or maybe he still was handsome, she thought grudgingly, closing her eyes miserably and looking away. Why couldn't he be ugly? Life wasn't fair. Uber. Right. Screwing up her courage for what was ahead, she stood and slowly hobbled across the hardwood floor, agonizing over every painful thump and noisy squeak until she finally reached the door. She unlocked the five locks on his large door, each of them being well-oiled and working perfectly. She expected no less of her anal-retentive, grey-skivvies-on-Tuesdays captor. Finally, she tugged open the heavy door to find endless flights of icy steel-mesh stairs leading all the way down to the street where her Uber was waiting. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me; she cried, breaking down into tears. A strong arm slid down around her waist and mercifully shifted her weight off her throbbing foot, "I know. It sucks. You should try it with a rucksack full of bricks," Zach said, leaning his head down and breathing into her hair. "I want to go home," she whispered. "Let me take care of you; please," Zach murmured into the top of her head, "I; it was my fault this happened to you. I scared you, I know that now; but, please believe me that I would never want to hurt or frighten you like that." "It wasn't just that text," she said, pulling her head away and looking up at him angrily. "All year, I never had a moment's peace. Even when I couldn't see you, I could feel you waiting in the quiet or dark places. Even if you weren't there;" "I was there," he confessed. "I was always there. I didn't understand what had gone wrong. You didn't want to talk to me, and the world just didn't make sense to me unless I knew where you were, what you were doing; unless I knew you were safe." "Maybe you knew I was safe, but I didn't! I thought I'd done something; that somehow I deserved to have this beautiful, scary monster hunting me. I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd done to destroy something that was so; wonderful." "You didn't do anything, Honey. Nothing at all. You were perfect. You were so perfect that I couldn't keep; you didn't do anything wrong. I never meant to send you that message; please, please believe me." "Why did you send it?" she asked, finally looking up into his eyes. The dark blue liquid pools of her eyes turned violet in the moonlight, and Zach felt a tightening in his chest. "I; I can't tell you that; but it was never meant for you." "You mean, you meant to send that message to someone else? To hurt them like that?" "Honey, I; Zach said, looking around, unable to meet her eyes, "Please, I can't; you wouldn't understand; my life isn't like that anymore." "I want to go home, Zach; please," she whispered. Zach closed his eyes for a long moment before he swallowed and nodded, looking like he was in more pain than she was. "I'll take you home tomorrow, okay? Or Terry will, if you don't want me to. He'll check the place out, make sure you're set up and safe there. You're tired, you're hurting, and your Uber's gone, now. Let me take you back upstairs and you can go in the morning. Please." At that moment, a throb of pain shot through her entire leg, and as angry as Honey was, she knew she couldn't face her empty apartment without a few more hours of rest. "Okay," she whispered. To be continued in part 2, Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 3 parts, for Literotica.

'Tis the season, and it's time once again for the Christmas episode of The Muscle Car Place—a tradition now 17 years strong. We're thrilled to welcome our most exclusive guest of the year, known by many names around the world, but to us he'll always be Santa Claus. 2025 was a whirlwind year filled with unforgettable moments alongside the Holley MoParty and the Kibbe & Friends gang, from epic parking lot steak dinners to incredible interviews with creators and automotive legends, capped off by the best SEMA experience I've had since debuting my Chevelle. We came home with a mountain of great content, lasting memories, and gratitude for the amazing community that continues to surround this show. As always, this episode also pauses to remember the real reason for the season—the birth of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. If the noise of Christmas has made it easy to miss that truth, Linus Van Pelt said it best long ago by reading Luke 2:8–14, which we share again in this episode. If that message stirs something in your heart—whether it's brand new or something you've drifted away from—know that you can always come home, and Christmas is a perfect time to do it. If you'd like to learn more about accepting Christ's gift to you, I or anyone on our staff would be honored to talk with you. The post TMCP #633: The 2025 Christmas Show: 17th Annual Feature Interview with Santa Claus – Does The Sleigh Have Turbine Power? first appeared on The Muscle Car Place.

Stuff the Sleigh! Through December 31 Lacey City Hall Holiday Tree Round Up Have your tree out on January 3, 2026 by 8 a.m. History Talks! The Greatest Breakup Letter in U.S. History, The Declaration of Independence January 8, 6:30 p.m. Lacey City Hall

Send us a textGrab your trainers, your dog lead, or even shake your jingle bells, and join us for some free CPD as we have another relaxed round up of recent Red Whale primary care Pearls of wisdom. In the second of two episodes this month, Fi and Nik discuss: It's beginning to look a lot like…flu season. There's been a LOT of media coverage on seasonal influenza over the past few weeks. But aside from flu jabs, are you confident in where we would use antivirals? We look at the criteria for giving antivirals: for treatment, for prophylaxis, and the evidence behind it.“I would like a blood test to check I am well…” What do you do with this request? We share a handy framework to help, and think about how ‘just ticking a box' could cause a lot of work down the line!Listen as soon as you can to ensure you have full access to all the free resources. Useful LinksUKHSA guideline (2025): treatment and prophylaxis of influenza GP Trainee Essentials support package information, and the Red Whale CalendarSend us your feedback podcast@redwhale.co.uk or send a voice message Sign up to receive Pearls here. Pearls are available for 3 months from publish date. After this, you can get access them plus 100s more articles when you buy a one-day online course from Red Whale OR sign up to Red Whale Unlimited. Find out more here. Follow us: X, Facebook, Instagram, LinkedInDisclaimer: We make every effort to ensure the information in this podcast is accurate and correct at the date of publication, but it is of necessity of a brief and general nature, and this should not replace your own good clinical judgement, or be regarded as a substitute for taking professional advice in appropriate circumstances. In particular, check drug doses, side-effects and interactions with the British National Formulary. Save insofar as any such liability cannot be excluded at law, we do not accept any liability for loss of any type caused by reliance on the information in this podcast....

Broadway star Jessica Vosk joins the pod for a raw conversation on the good, the bad, the ugly of fame and success. Jessica discusses her wild life pre-Broadway, from leaning on alcohol during a toxic corporate job, to becoming sober and starring on Wicked. Jessica Vosk takes us behind the scenes of working with Alicia Keys on Hells Kitchen On Broadway, details how she unexpectedly went viral with Vosk In The City, and lets fans know what to expect on her Sleigh Christmas tour. We bond over being from New Jersey, our love for David Foster and Katharine McPhee, and Jessica opens up about working with The Hit Man. We end it "vosking" about the highly toxic political environment, the corrupt health insurance crisis, and how batshit crazy ICE is.

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Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? Well at this time of the year, we really have no choice! We here at TSHE are trying (?) to get in the spirit of the holiday season and are here to talk all those little things that remind us what time of year it is! From giant red bows to Christmas car decorations and the beginning of family birthday season, the Coven (™) discusses what makes it a December to remember.In other news, Hillary is letting her show-off demon get the best of her. Also (cue Jerry Seinfeld voice), what's the deal with Jeeps and rubber duckies? And as usual, TSHE could foresee the future! As we discussed a few weeks ago, hockey romances are so hot (and very horny) right now!TSHE Recommends: Heated RivalryConnect with the show!This is your show, too. Feel free to drop us a line, send us a voice memo, or fax us a butt to let us know what you think.Facebook group: This Show Has EverythingFax Bobby Your Butt: 617-354-8513 Feedback form: www.throwyourphone.com Email: tsheshow@gmail.comAOL Keyword: TSHE

This Sunday we continue our study of the "good news of great joy that will be for all the people." that the angel in Luke 2:10-11 said the birth of Christ was. We will be looking at several passages in John as well as other books in the Bible that talk about the light that Jesus shines in our lives. Read John 1 and write down everything it says about Jesus and light. What does it mean that Jesus is the Light?

Estimated reading time: 6 minutes Fixed the transition for "Deep Into The Night" and smoothed out other transitions for flow. Party Favorz Holiday Edition 2025: Sleigh the Night Party Favorz returns with our annual Holiday Edition 2025 Circuit Anthems, a high-energy release built on Tribal House beats and peak-hour momentum that sleighs the night from start to finish. This year's Holiday Edition is designed to keep the party moving long after the lights go out, delivering a powerful blend of modern circuit anthems and driving tribal rhythms. As always, this release reflects what Party Favorz does best: staying ahead of the curve while honoring the tracks and artists that move dance floors worldwide. A Stacked Roster of Circuit and Tribal Heavyweights Holiday Edition 2025 features an impressive lineup of DJs and producers who continue to shape the modern circuit and tribal sound. You'll hear standout contributions from Danny Verde, Dario Xavier, Leanh, José Spinnin Cortes, Edson Pride, Dirty Disco, Heriqmoraes, Eick Ibiza, Guy Scheiman, Nick Harvey, and many more. Each artist brings their own signature energy, but together they form a cohesive journey that balances relentless rhythm with emotional lift. This is the kind of set built for packed dance floors, late-night sessions, and hands-in-the-air moments that don't fade once the night peaks. Holiday Edition 2024: Tribal Beats To Sleigh Your Holidays [Updated] The Party Favorz Annual Fundraiser and Other News I Need Your Help Putting on the Brakes! Holiday Edition 2009 Volume 1 Classic Songs, Reimagined for Today's Dance Floor One of the defining strengths of Holiday Edition 2025 is how it bridges generations of dance music. Several iconic songs are reworked into modern club weapons while preserving the heart that made them classics in the first place. Robyn's “With Every Heartbeat” gets a fresh and emotional update courtesy of Manuel De Diego, GSP, and Nalaya, giving the track new life within a circuit framework. The Temper Trap's “Sweet Disposition” is beautifully retold by Leanh, Nikki Valentine, and Pedro Arms, transforming an indie staple into a soaring club moment. Nick Harvey teams up with Audrey Callahan on the powerful anthem “No More Heartache,” delivering one of the set's most emotionally charged highlights. Meanwhile, ADÉLA's breakthrough track “SexOnTheBeat” brings a sharp, contemporary edge that fits seamlessly alongside the more familiar reworks. You'll also hear major crowd favorites like “Man I Need” by Olivia Dean, the enduring classic “Happiness” by Alexis Jordan, “Genie in a Bottle” by Christina Aguilera, and Taylor Swift's latest “The Fate of Ophelia,” all woven into the mix with purpose and precision. A Smart Whitney Tribute That Hits Hard One of the most talked-about moments in the set is the clever reimagining of Whitney Houston's “I Wanna Dance With Somebody.” Reworked as a duet featuring the talented Calum Scott and remixed by Dirty Disco, this version strikes the perfect balance between nostalgia and modern circuit intensity. It's respectful. It's uplifting. And it's guaranteed to send hands into the air when it hits its stride. The Final Remix Drop Before Year-End Rankings Holiday Edition 2025 marks our final release of new remixes before shifting focus to our annual roundup of the Top Dance Songs of the Year. That series will begin rolling out in the final weeks of December, with the goal of wrapping everything up before New Year's Eve. If timing pushes beyond that window, the remaining installments will follow shortly after January 1st. Either way, the countdown is on. Behind the Scenes: Rising Costs and Continued Commitment It's been a challenging year behind the scenes, but the commitment to delivering quality never wavered. Producing Holiday Edition 2025 alone cost over $80, up significantly from the usual $50 average for previous circuit sets. Jingle Electric came in at $50 as well, largely due to artists and producers holding back tracks from DJ services for extended periods. Despite rising costs, Party Favorz continues to prioritize timely releases. Instead of waiting for tracks to become mainstream hits, we focus on delivering music as it's released, spotlighting songs we believe will dominate dance floors in the months ahead. Looking Ahead to 2026 and Beyond As we move into 2026, Party Favorz will continue its run of the latest dance club hits, paired with thoughtfully reworked classics. Long-standing series like BackSpin remain a key part of the lineup, and we're also planning to expand the long-overdue Legacy series, highlighting DJs who helped shape the dance music scene and whose influence still resonates today. The mission remains the same: respect the past, spotlight the present, and keep pushing forward. Supporting Party Favorz If you're enjoying these releases and haven't yet contributed, please consider supporting Party Favorz with a one-time donation or, even better, a small recurring donation of $5 per month. Those modest monthly contributions make a real difference in offsetting ongoing production costs and help ensure the podcast can continue delivering high-quality sets year-round. That's all for now. I hope everyone is enjoying the holiday season. We'll be back shortly with our Top Dance Songs of the Year countdown. Until the next time...ENJOY! Album: Holiday Edition 2025Genre: Circuit, Tribal, HouseYear: 2025Total Time: 02:42:29 Dicheeko & Dinardo (US) - Nightlife (Original Mix) Katseye - Gabriela (Danny Verde Remix) Nacho Chapado & The Voice - Tribal Deep House (Original Mix) Daddies Home! - Like You (Club Mix) Manuel De Diego, GSP & Nalaya - With Every Heartbeat (Extended Mix) Ariana Grande - Santa Tell Me (Dario Xavier 2K25 Club Remix) Leanh, Nikki Valentine & Pedro Arms - Sweet Disposition (Tribal Remix Extended Mix) Bruno Pacheco - Riding High (Original Mix) Jose Cortes (MX) feat. Lurimba - Tierra Y Mar (Jose Spinnin Cortes Tribal Remix) The Perry Twins feat. Niki Haris - Bad Bad Boy (Edson Pride Circuit Remix) Maycon Reis & Studio 40 - Help Me Find Love (Extended Mix) Nick Harvey feat. Audrey Callahan - No More Heartache (Joe Carrano Anthem Mix) Nick Harvey feat. Nimiwari - Been A Long Time (Joe Carrano Main Mix) Callum Scott & Whitney Houston - I Want To Dance With Somebody (Dirty Disco Mainroom Remix) Felipe Accioly - Do You Wanna Taste Me Raw (Henriqmoraes Tribal Mix) Velarde, Luque & Vitti feat. Giovanna - Serious Emotions (Nacho Chapado & Ivan Gomez Remix) ADÉLA - SexOnTheBeat (HenriqMoraes Mix) Carmit x Hector Fonseca - Voodoo (Erick Ibiza Remix) Olivia Dean - Man I Need (Dario Xavier Club Remix) Maxxie LaWow - Shero (Dirty Disco Rainbow Remix) MASCFISH feat. Dyaman Noir - Bitch Like This (Andy Alder & Russ Rich Extened Remix) Dirty Disco - Music Lifts Me Up (Dirty Disco Private Remix) Niki Haris, Donna De Lory & Tracy Young, - WATR (Jose Spinnin Cortes Remix) Lori Michaels - Show Off (Henriq Moraes Big Room Club Mix) Alexis Jordan - Happiness (Ivan Barres Remix) Christina Aguilera - Genie In A Bottle (Pimentew vs. Akadah Mashup) James Hype - Don't Wake Me Up (Brian Solis Remix) Guy Scheiman - Your Love (Extended Mix) Guy Scheiman - Sanctum (Extended Mix) Taylor Swift - The Fate Of Ophelia (Henriqmoraes Mix) Guy Scheiman - Keep Moving (Original Mix) Nick Harvey - Deep Into The Night (Robbie Rivera Remix) Traig, Macau & Leo Frappier - Come With Me (Macau Extended Mix) Manuel Coby - Broken Heart (Extended Mix)

Estimated reading time: 6 minutes Fixed the transition for "Deep Into The Night" and smoothed out other transitions for flow. Party Favorz Holiday Edition 2025: Sleigh the Night Party Favorz returns with our annual Holiday Edition 2025 Circuit Anthems, a high-energy release built on Tribal House beats and peak-hour momentum that sleighs the night from start to finish. This year's Holiday Edition is designed to keep the party moving long after the lights go out, delivering a powerful blend of modern circuit anthems and driving tribal rhythms. As always, this release reflects what Party Favorz does best: staying ahead of the curve while honoring the tracks and artists that move dance floors worldwide. A Stacked Roster of Circuit and Tribal Heavyweights Holiday Edition 2025 features an impressive lineup of DJs and producers who continue to shape the modern circuit and tribal sound. You'll hear standout contributions from Danny Verde, Dario Xavier, Leanh, José Spinnin Cortes, Edson Pride, Dirty Disco, Heriqmoraes, Eick Ibiza, Guy Scheiman, Nick Harvey, and many more. Each artist brings their own signature energy, but together they form a cohesive journey that balances relentless rhythm with emotional lift. This is the kind of set built for packed dance floors, late-night sessions, and hands-in-the-air moments that don't fade once the night peaks. Holiday Edition 2024: Tribal Beats To Sleigh Your Holidays [Updated] The Party Favorz Annual Fundraiser and Other News I Need Your Help Putting on the Brakes! Holiday Edition 2009 Volume 1 Classic Songs, Reimagined for Today's Dance Floor One of the defining strengths of Holiday Edition 2025 is how it bridges generations of dance music. Several iconic songs are reworked into modern club weapons while preserving the heart that made them classics in the first place. Robyn's “With Every Heartbeat” gets a fresh and emotional update courtesy of Manuel De Diego, GSP, and Nalaya, giving the track new life within a circuit framework. The Temper Trap's “Sweet Disposition” is beautifully retold by Leanh, Nikki Valentine, and Pedro Arms, transforming an indie staple into a soaring club moment. Nick Harvey teams up with Audrey Callahan on the powerful anthem “No More Heartache,” delivering one of the set's most emotionally charged highlights. Meanwhile, ADÉLA's breakthrough track “SexOnTheBeat” brings a sharp, contemporary edge that fits seamlessly alongside the more familiar reworks. You'll also hear major crowd favorites like “Man I Need” by Olivia Dean, the enduring classic “Happiness” by Alexis Jordan, “Genie in a Bottle” by Christina Aguilera, and Taylor Swift's latest “The Fate of Ophelia,” all woven into the mix with purpose and precision. A Smart Whitney Tribute That Hits Hard One of the most talked-about moments in the set is the clever reimagining of Whitney Houston's “I Wanna Dance With Somebody.” Reworked as a duet featuring the talented Calum Scott and remixed by Dirty Disco, this version strikes the perfect balance between nostalgia and modern circuit intensity. It's respectful. It's uplifting. And it's guaranteed to send hands into the air when it hits its stride. The Final Remix Drop Before Year-End Rankings Holiday Edition 2025 marks our final release of new remixes before shifting focus to our annual roundup of the Top Dance Songs of the Year. That series will begin rolling out in the final weeks of December, with the goal of wrapping everything up before New Year's Eve. If timing pushes beyond that window, the remaining installments will follow shortly after January 1st. Either way, the countdown is on. Behind the Scenes: Rising Costs and Continued Commitment It's been a challenging year behind the scenes, but the commitment to delivering quality never wavered. Producing Holiday Edition 2025 alone cost over $80, up significantly from the usual $50 average for previous circuit sets. Jingle Electric came in at $50 as well, largely due to artists and producers holding back tracks from DJ services for extended periods. Despite rising costs, Party Favorz continues to prioritize timely releases. Instead of waiting for tracks to become mainstream hits, we focus on delivering music as it's released, spotlighting songs we believe will dominate dance floors in the months ahead. Looking Ahead to 2026 and Beyond As we move into 2026, Party Favorz will continue its run of the latest dance club hits, paired with thoughtfully reworked classics. Long-standing series like BackSpin remain a key part of the lineup, and we're also planning to expand the long-overdue Legacy series, highlighting DJs who helped shape the dance music scene and whose influence still resonates today. The mission remains the same: respect the past, spotlight the present, and keep pushing forward. Supporting Party Favorz If you're enjoying these releases and haven't yet contributed, please consider supporting Party Favorz with a one-time donation or, even better, a small recurring donation of $5 per month. Those modest monthly contributions make a real difference in offsetting ongoing production costs and help ensure the podcast can continue delivering high-quality sets year-round. That's all for now. I hope everyone is enjoying the holiday season. We'll be back shortly with our Top Dance Songs of the Year countdown. Until the next time...ENJOY! Album: Holiday Edition 2025Genre: Circuit, Tribal, HouseYear: 2025Total Time: 02:42:29 Dicheeko & Dinardo (US) - Nightlife (Original Mix) Katseye - Gabriela (Danny Verde Remix) Nacho Chapado & The Voice - Tribal Deep House (Original Mix) Daddies Home! - Like You (Club Mix) Manuel De Diego, GSP & Nalaya - With Every Heartbeat (Extended Mix) Ariana Grande - Santa Tell Me (Dario Xavier 2K25 Club Remix) Leanh, Nikki Valentine & Pedro Arms - Sweet Disposition (Tribal Remix Extended Mix) Bruno Pacheco - Riding High (Original Mix) Jose Cortes (MX) feat. Lurimba - Tierra Y Mar (Jose Spinnin Cortes Tribal Remix) The Perry Twins feat. Niki Haris - Bad Bad Boy (Edson Pride Circuit Remix) Maycon Reis & Studio 40 - Help Me Find Love (Extended Mix) Nick Harvey feat. Audrey Callahan - No More Heartache (Joe Carrano Anthem Mix) Nick Harvey feat. Nimiwari - Been A Long Time (Joe Carrano Main Mix) Callum Scott & Whitney Houston - I Want To Dance With Somebody (Dirty Disco Mainroom Remix) Felipe Accioly - Do You Wanna Taste Me Raw (Henriqmoraes Tribal Mix) Velarde, Luque & Vitti feat. Giovanna - Serious Emotions (Nacho Chapado & Ivan Gomez Remix) ADÉLA - SexOnTheBeat (HenriqMoraes Mix) Carmit x Hector Fonseca - Voodoo (Erick Ibiza Remix) Olivia Dean - Man I Need (Dario Xavier Club Remix) Maxxie LaWow - Shero (Dirty Disco Rainbow Remix) MASCFISH feat. Dyaman Noir - Bitch Like This (Andy Alder & Russ Rich Extened Remix) Dirty Disco - Music Lifts Me Up (Dirty Disco Private Remix) Niki Haris, Donna De Lory & Tracy Young, - WATR (Jose Spinnin Cortes Remix) Lori Michaels - Show Off (Henriq Moraes Big Room Club Mix) Alexis Jordan - Happiness (Ivan Barres Remix) Christina Aguilera - Genie In A Bottle (Pimentew vs. Akadah Mashup) James Hype - Don't Wake Me Up (Brian Solis Remix) Guy Scheiman - Your Love (Extended Mix) Guy Scheiman - Sanctum (Extended Mix) Taylor Swift - The Fate Of Ophelia (Henriqmoraes Mix) Guy Scheiman - Keep Moving (Original Mix) Nick Harvey - Deep Into The Night (Robbie Rivera Remix) Traig, Macau & Leo Frappier - Come With Me (Macau Extended Mix) Manuel Coby - Broken Heart (Extended Mix)

The holiday real estate season has arrived, and it may be one of the most strategic times of the year for homebuyers and sellers. This week on Real Estate Today, we dig into how the housing market is performing right now, whether home prices are still rising or beginning to level out, and why this festive season may offer unique opportunities for anyone looking to make a move before the New Year. We also explore the ups, downs, and even the funny moments that real estate pros experience during the holidays. Guests include Mike Ferrante, REALTOR® from Cleveland; Seb Frey, Silicon Valley real estate broker and host of the YouTube channel Seb Frey TV; Jenny Smith, REALTOR® with Jenny Smith & Associates in Georgia; Patrick Roach, president and co-founder of Southwestern Real Estate in Illinois; Angie Hicks, founder of the home services website Angi; and Kirsten Jordan, real estate broker with the Corcoran Group and alum of Bravo's "Million Dollar Listing New York." Plus, in our Hot or Not segment, we break down this season's top holiday home design trends, including the Ralph Lauren Christmas aesthetic, bright multicolored Christmas lights, and the rise of artificial Christmas trees.

Summer holiday period might involve shared meals and there are some favourites in the mix but also there can be a lot on our plates at this time of year, and our meals can come with a side of sickness. - Liburan musim panas banyak melibatkan makan bersama dengan hidangan favorit namun ada banyak hal yang harus kita waspada diantaranya makanan yang kita konsumsi bisa disertai dengan risiko sakit perut jika tidak berhati-hati.

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The holiday real estate season has arrived, and it may be one of the most strategic times of the year for homebuyers and sellers. This week on Real Estate Today, we dig into how the housing market is performing right now, whether home prices are still rising or beginning to level out, and why this festive season may offer unique opportunities for anyone looking to make a move before the New Year. We also explore the ups, downs, and even the funny moments that real estate pros experience during the holidays. Guests include Mike Ferrante, REALTOR® from Cleveland; Seb Frey, Silicon Valley real estate broker and host of the YouTube channel Seb Frey TV; Jenny Smith, REALTOR® with Jenny Smith & Associates in Georgia; Patrick Roach, president and co-founder of Southwestern Real Estate in Illinois; Angie Hicks, founder of the home services website Angi; and Kirsten Jordan, real estate broker with the Corcoran Group and alum of Bravo's "Million Dollar Listing New York." Plus, in our Hot or Not segment, we break down this season's top holiday home design trends, including the Ralph Lauren Christmas aesthetic, bright multicolored Christmas lights, and the rise of artificial Christmas trees.

Can you believe we're in the final weeks of 2025?! I'm taking a moment to reflect on this year, the wins, the challenges, and all the growth in between, and I want you to do the same. Whether it's writing down your top 3 wins, leaning into lessons from setbacks, or thinking about what you want to manifest in 2026, this is the time to pause, celebrate, and set intentions. Don't let year-end pressure stress you out; instead, focus on finishing strong, letting go of what no longer serves you, and stepping into the new year with clarity, gratitude, and confidence. Your journey matters, every bit of growth counts, and the best is yet to come!Get your Raising Serotonin Merch here! FOLLOW RAISING SEROTONIN ON INSTAGRAM HERE Support the show

Want a Christmas movie where Santa trades milk and cookies for a flamethrower and a wood chipper? We've got you covered. This week, Zena and Shelby are hanging out with a special guest, their contest winner, Danielle, aka @thewitchofthewood! And in honor of Mike P. Nelson's SILENT NIGHT, DEADLY NIGHT hitting theaters this Friday, the three slice into Steven C. Miller's SILENT NIGHT (2012). This remake basically asks, “What if Santa finally snapped?” Plus, they serve up killer horror movie recommendations for beginners, tackle a listener's hot take, and more! Don't forget to snag your tickets for SILENT NIGHT, DEADLY NIGHT: SNDNmovie.com. Check out The Final Girls Club feat. Danielle and Shelby: www.youtube.com/watch?v=TkNPX9sWj-k Let's get bloody! Let's get disgusting! Got a horror question you've been dying to ask us? Don't be shy, we don't bite…much! We want to hear from you! Call and leave us a message at (224) 475-1040, shoot us a text, or drop us an email @ bdisgustingpodcast@gmail.com. Your question could be the next one we tackle live on the podcast! Don't forget to rate, review, and subscribe on your favorite apps. Sign up for SCREAMBOX now at screambox.com and stream the best in horror: new, cult, and everything in between! *** Follow us on social media and join the conversation! // Follow Danielle IG: @thewitchofthewood Bluesky: thewitchofthewood.bsky.social Letterboxd: letterboxd.com/drmanhatin // Follow The Bloody Disgusting Podcast Twitter/X: twitter.com/BDisgustingpod IG: www.instagram.com/bdisgustingpod Bluesky: bsky.app/profile/bdisgustingpod.bsky.social Facebook: www.facebook.com/bloodydisgustingpodcast // Follow Shelby Novak Twitter/X: @shelbybnovak | IG: @shelbybnovak/ | Bluesky: shelbybnovak.bsky.social // Follow Scare You To Sleep Podcast Twitter/X: @scareyoutosleep IG: @scareyoutosleep/ Bluesky: scareyoutosleep.bsky.social // Follow Zena Dixon Twitter/X: @LovelyZena | IG: @realqueenofhorror/ | Bluesky: lovelyzena.bsky.social YouTube: www.youtube.com/@RealQueenofHorror/videos TikTok: www.tiktok.com/@realqueenofhorror Watch FREE horror streaming 24/7 on Screambox! https://www.screambox.com/livetv Never miss a horror headline, follow us on Instagram - https://instagram.com/bdisgusting Twitter - https://twitter.com/bdisgusting Facebook - https://facebook.com/BloodyDisgusting Your #1 source for all things horror since 2001! https://bloody-disgusting.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Tom Sleigh is a multiple award winning poet, dramatist and essayist. He's written eleven books of poetry. His most recent is “The King's Touch”, which won the Paterson Poetry Prize. His other works include “Army Cats”, winner of the John Updike Award, “Space Walk”, winner of the Kingsley Tufts Award, and “Far Side Of The Earth”, which won an Academy Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters. His poems and prose have appeared in The New Yorker, American Poetry Review, Yale Review and The Village Voice. He is a Professor (Emeritus) at Hunter College. And he has also worked as a journalist in Syria, Lebanon, Somalia, Kenya, Iraq, and Libya. In the PoetryFest portion of this episode Tom will read his poem "A Man Plays Debussy for a Blind, Eighty-Four-Year-Old Elephant" from “The King's Touch”.My featured song is my version of Thelonious Monk's “Well, You Needn't” from my debut 1994 album Miles Behind. Spotify link.—-----------------------------------------------------------The Follow Your Dream Podcast:Top 1% of all podcasts with Listeners in 200 countries!Click here for All Episodes Click here for Guest List Click here for Guest Groupings Click here for Guest TestimonialsClick here to Subscribe Click here to receive our Email UpdatesClick here to Rate and Review the podcast—----------------------------------------CONNECT WITH TOM:www.tomsleigh.com—----------------------------------------ROBERT'S LATEST SINGLE:“MA PETITE FLEUR STRING QUARTET” is Robert's latest release. It transforms his jazz ballad into a lush classical string quartet piece. Praised by a host of classical music stars.CLICK HERE FOR YOUTUBE LINKCLICK HERE FOR ALL LINKS—---------------------------------------ROBERT'S RECENT SINGLE“MI CACHIMBER” is Robert's recent single. It's Robert's tribute to his father who played the trumpet and loved Latin music.. Featuring world class guest artists Benny Benack III and Dave Smith on flugelhornCLICK HERE FOR YOUTUBE LINKCLICK HERE FOR ALL LINKS—--------------------------------------ROBERT'S LATEST ALBUM:“WHAT'S UP!” is Robert's latest compilation album. Featuring 10 of his recent singles including all the ones listed below. Instrumentals and vocals. Jazz, Rock, Pop and Fusion. “My best work so far. (Robert)”CLICK HERE FOR THE OFFICIAL VIDEOCLICK HERE FOR ALL LINKS—----------------------------------------Audio production:Jimmy RavenscroftKymera Films Connect with the Follow Your Dream Podcast:Website - www.followyourdreampodcast.comEmail Robert - robert@followyourdreampodcast.com Follow Robert's band, Project Grand Slam, and his music:Website - www.projectgrandslam.comYouTubeSpotify MusicApple MusicEmail - pgs@projectgrandslam.com  

There can be a lot on our plates at this time of year - and our meals can come with a side of sickness. The Australian Food Safety Information Council has released its top tips for how to enjoy the season safely - aiming to reduce more than four and a half million* [[4.67M]] cases of food poisoning each year. - クリスマスはご家族やお友達と食事を楽しむ機会が増えますが、 年末年始が真夏となるオーストラリアでは、食の安全に特に注意が必要です。

Bongani Bingwa speaks with Kirby Gordon, Chief Marketing Officer at FlySafair, about the airline’s Christmas initiative, “Santa’s Sleigh,” including efforts to raise awareness and how audiences can participate in the competition to spot the Sleigh for a chance to win a R10,000 flight voucher. 702 Breakfast with Bongani Bingwa is broadcast on 702, a Johannesburg based talk radio station. Bongani makes sense of the news, interviews the key newsmakers of the day, and holds those in power to account on your behalf. The team bring you all you need to know to start your day Thank you for listening to a podcast from 702 Breakfast with Bongani Bingwa Listen live on Primedia+ weekdays from 06:00 and 09:00 (SA Time) to Breakfast with Bongani Bingwa broadcast on 702: https://buff.ly/gk3y0Kj For more from the show go to https://buff.ly/36edSLV or find all the catch-up podcasts here https://buff.ly/zEcM35T Subscribe to the 702 Daily and Weekly Newsletters https://buff.ly/v5mfetc Follow us on social media: 702 on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TalkRadio702 702 on TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@talkradio702 702 on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/talkradio702/ 702 on X: https://x.com/Radio702 702 on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@radio702See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Sleigh rides in July, swinging Santas, holidays in Harlem, ca. 1920s-1940s. Music: Swingin' Them Jingle Bells (1936) - Fats Waller & His Rhythm; Santa Claus Came in the Spring (1935) - Benny Goodman & His Orchestra; Santa Claus Blues (1924) - Eva Taylor, Clarence Williams' Blue Five; I Told Santa Claus to Bring Me You (1937) - Bernie Cummins, Holiday in Harlem (1937) - Ella Fitzgerald, Chick Webb; Snowy Morning Blues (V-disc 1943) - James P. Johnson; Winter Weather (1941) - Fats Waller & His Rhythm; Snowfall (1941) - Claude Thornhill & His Orchestra; I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm (1937) - Billie Holiday; Christmas Morning Blues (1926) - Victoria Spivey, Lonnie Johnson; Santa Claus Crave (1927) - Elzadie Robinson; Santa Claus, Bring My Man Back (1928) - Ozie Ware, Duke Ellington Hot Five; At the Christmas Ball (1925) - Bessie Smith; Christmas Night in Harlem (1934) - Paul Whiteman; Winter Weather (1941) - Peggy Lee, Benny Goodman.

There can be a lot on our plates at this time of year - and our meals can come with a side of sickness. The Australian Food Safety Information Council has released its top tips for how to enjoy the season safely - aiming to reduce more than four and a half million* [[4.67M]] cases of food poisoning each year.

Watch the YouTube version of this episode HEREIn this episode, host Tyson Mutrux shares his top tools, gadgets, and resources that boost his productivity and well-being. Covering everything from health aids like the Chirp Wheel and Back Pod, to office and recording gear, AI-powered software, and business management platforms, Tyson offers practical recommendations for both personal and professional use. Listen in for actionable insight to streamline workflows and enhance daily operations.1:06 Health and Wellness Tools3:02 Google Docs Dark Mode and Chrome Extensions6:42 Microphone Accessories and Lighting8:37 Favorite AI Tools and Browsers14:30 Zoho and Case Management Software16:36 Notebook LM and Video Transcription Tools17:34 Presentation and Video Editing Tools18:36 Agent Building Platforms and Communication Tools21:27 Automation and Whiteboard Tools23:41 Trial Resources and Background Research Key Takeaways:Health and wellness tools for back and rib pain reliefOffice and recording equipment for video production and podcastingSoftware and AI tools for productivity and organizationCommunication tools for team collaboration and messagingData analysis and insights toolsPresentation and video content creation toolsWorkflow automation and integration solutionsFinancial management tools for expense trackingLanguage interpretation services for multilingual needsResources for improving writing and sales skillsTune in to today's episode and checkout the full show notes here. 

Today, we're diving into a fun festive story packed with snowflakes, silliness, and one very fluffy troublemaker: George! You might know George from Koala Moon, and Barnaby too—the owl who never says no to an adventure. But today, they're swapping nighttime exploring for a chilly Christmas escapade, complete with snow, singing, and a cracked old tea tray that might be the wonkiest sled ever. So get cozy… and let the Christmas adventure begin! 

In this critical episode of the Ask Andrew podcast, Kellen Ainey is joined by Andrew Sleigh to dive into the accelerating crisis in precious metals. With global mints like the Royal Canadian Mint, Perth Mint, Indian Mint, and even the U.S. Mint facing significant shortages, is a silver supply shock inevitable? Andrew explains how changes in VAT in China, rising physical premiums, and limited product availability are converging to push the gold and silver prices even higher. Learn why now may be the last window to buy gold and buy silver before premiums explode. Topics include the collapse of fiat currencies, BRICS nations preparing with gold-backed systems, institutional vs. retail demand, and critical issues around physical bullion availability. This is a must-watch for anyone concerned about the future of the dollar and protecting wealth with gold and silver.

Holiday shopping season is upon us. Inflation and economic uncertainty are definitely in the mix this year, but that doesn’t mean people aren’t committed to spending. If you’re looking for a thoughtful gift, sometimes where you shop can matter just as much as what you buy. Laura Clise is here with some ideas. She’s the CEO and founder of Intentionalist, which connects shoppers with local businesses. Find Laura's recommendations here. We can only make Seattle Now because listeners support us. Tap here to make a gift and keep Seattle Now in your feed. Got questions about local news or story ideas to share? We want to hear from you! Email us at seattlenow@kuow.org, leave us a voicemail at (206) 616-6746 or leave us feedback online.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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In this episode of the Passport Profits and Pixie Dust show, Lindsay Dollinger shares strategies for women entrepreneurs (men too) on creating non-manipulative, magical holiday offers. With practical examples from Disney's approach, five tips are given: wrap offers like gifts, lead with value instead of scarcity, tell engaging holiday stories, create limited-time magic, and focus on the customer's needs. The episode emphasizes the importance of making holiday offers feel special, thereby making the selling process enjoyable for both entrepreneurs and their clients. The host also promotes the Social Sales Society and the Social Sales Studio for additional support. 00:00 Welcome to Passport Profits and Pixie Dust 00:18 Creating Magical Holiday Offers 00:39 Understanding the Holiday Buying Mindset 02:00 Five Tips for Holiday Sales Success 02:02 Tip 1: Wrap Your Offers Like a Gift 02:56 Tip 2: Lead with Value, Not Scarcity 04:43 Tip 3: Tell a Holiday Story 06:19 Tip 4: Create Limited Time Magic 08:02 Tip 5: Make It About Them 09:03 Wrapping Up and Holiday Challenge 10:47 Join the Social Sales Society ✨ Connect with Lindsay Instagram: @lindsaydollinger Website: www.lindsaydollinger.com Let's work together: https://www.lindsaydollinger.com/links Take your Marketing Superpower Quiz: https://www.lindsaydollinger.com/quiz Get access to done-for-you content calendars and social templates inside the Social Sales Studio:

What's up, dudes? It's the 40th anniversary of Santa Claus: The Movie! Pax Holley from Cult Film Club, Crestwood House, and I Read Movies is with me to talk all about the novelization!  Santa Claus: The Movie was released in 1985, and it chronicled the origin of the Jill old elf himself. Eventually, it transitions into anDudley Moore vehicle as his elf character Patch takes center stage. Patch feels unappreciated and sets out into the world to prove himself. The novelization fills some plot points the movie left out due to time constraints. For example, the elves used to deliver the gifts themselves, but stopped as it grew harder. Also, in preparation for the big flight, they built a simulator for Santa. The novelization even explains why Santa has to go down chimneys due to modern man's lack of trust in one another. Oh, and Patch returns to the Pole and shares Santa's assistant duties with Puffy.Sleigh flight simulator? Check. Confirmation of Cornelia's adoption? For sure. Kids writing letters to Santa apologizing for their lack of faith? Definitely! So grab your stardust, eat some magic candy canes, and fly into this episode on the novelization of Santa Claus: The Movie!Cult Film ClubFB: @CultFilmClub Twitter: @CFCPod IG: @cultfilmclub Hellbent for LetterboxGive 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!

On this Episode of Buzzing about Romance, we are filling up your Holiday Sleigh with all the must-read Holiday Romance books.

Step into the holiday season with an exclusive chat with Santa, where he shares his thoughts, reflections, and festive insights. This feature offers a behind-the-scenes glimpse into the magic of the season, capturing the spirit, traditions, and cheerful surprises that make the holidays so memorable.F1RST2KNOW is part of the CAST11 Podcast Network of Prescott. Check out the podcast network website with ALL the shows at: https://CAST11.com Follow the CAST11 Podcast Network on Facebook at: https://Facebook.com/CAST11AZFollow Cast11 Instagram at: https://www.instagram.com/cast11_podcast_network

In this Ask Andrew podcast, Kellen Ainey is joined by Andrew Sleigh to discuss the real state of global markets, the AI bubble, and what's coming for the financial system. Andrew shares his deep insights on the illusion behind the stock market's highs, the danger of inflated P/E ratios, and the critical importance of holding physical precious metals. With looming bank bail-ins, the rise of digital ID, and a potential collapse of the fiat system, this episode is essential for those looking to buy gold, buy silver, or simply understand how to preserve their wealth. Topics include the price of gold, silver price movements, and why gold price and silver price trends reflect dollar weakness, not commodity strength. Don't wait until it's too late. Learn why gold and silver remain the only real money in today's system.

This week we discuss one of the craziest Christmas episodes of South Park (but not THE craziest ... looking at you Woodland Critter Christmas) ... Red Sleigh Down! Buy some Christmas 365 Merch Join our FB Group Follow us on IG Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Greetings everyone, and welcome to another episode of Conversations Spoken in the Dark. I'm your host, Hermence Matsotsa, Transformational Leadership and Career Transition Coach and Founder of uBuntuSpeaks.I created this podcast because too often, the most meaningful conversations — the ones about identity, healing, belonging, and how we live, learn, and lead — are whispered in the dark. They go unspoken, overlooked, or carried as silent burdens. Conversations Spoken in the Dark is a space to bring those stories into the light so we can name them, understand them, and begin to heal — both individually and collectively.In this episode, I'm joined by my dear friend and business partner, Elizabeth (Liz) Davila-Sleigh, an ICF-accredited coach, facilitator, and leadership consultant who helps women lead with intention and balance. Together, we're diving into a topic so many high-achieving women know too well — burnout.We explore how culture, gender norms, and workplace expectations shape the way we experience burnout — and what it takes to move from constant doing to intentional achieving. This is a conversation about rediscovering joy, alignment, and purpose — moving from survival mode to living and leading with clarity.✨ So take a breath, and join us in this honest, heart-centered dialogue.

What's up, dudes? Mike Westfall of Advent Calendar House and Tim Babb from Can't Wait for Christmas are with me to talk all about the genius that is Al Yankovic! Even Caleb Cote from Insert Reference Here pops in to dive into Weird Al “Christmas at Ground Zero!”The song is a throwback to the Phil Spector “wall of sound” era, full of bari sax and keyboard layers. Of course, in Al fashion, he copies the style to perfection. Harmonically, it's a simple I-vi-ii-V chord progression reminiscent of the 1960s.Lyrically, the song is awash in Cold War nuclear disaster tropes. Yankovic's label, Scotti Brothers Records, insisted that he record a Christmas album. However, after Yankovic presented the song to his label, they relented, because it was "a little different from what they were expecting." After the song was written and recorded, Yankovic wanted to release the song as a commercial single, but Scotti Bros. refused. Eventually, Scotti Bros. released the song as a promotional single and then commercially.Sleigh bells ringing? Check. Trimming the tree? Uh huh. Atom bombs dropping? Only if it creates new mutants! So load your gun and suck and cover to this episode on Weird Al “Christmas at Ground Zero!” Advent Calendar HouseFB: @adventcalendarhouseTwitter: @adventcalhouseIG: @adventcalendarhouseCan't Wait for Christmas FB: @CantWaitForChristmasPodIG: @cantwaitforchristmaspodTwitter: @ChristmasPodInsert Reference Here                                       Bsky: @forgetfulfrasierGive 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!

Drinks On Us with @rosemcmahonn & @sincerely.ryleigh. S02 E38 of Drinks On Us is all about hosting! The girls give their tips & tricks on how to sleigh your soirée. Tune in for special segments including Sip & Spill, What's In Our Cart, & The Girls' Room. Sit back with your favorite beverage and relax, because the drinks are on us!WHAT'S IN OUR CART:Rose - https://liketk.it/5x4F7 Ryleigh - https://liketk.it/5x4Fh General Links - https://msha.ke/drinksonus/Join the After Party for more exclusive content! Patreon.com/DoucrewFollow Rose & Ry on Instagram & TikTok: @rosemcmahonn @sincerely.ryleighFollow @drinksonuspod on Instagram & TikTok to join the Happy Hour Club!For business inquiries: Roseandryleigh@gmail.comAudio and video podcasts edited by Penderville Films LLCwww.pendervillefilms.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Traffic control and a shortage of volunteers have officially grounded Santa's sleigh in the small town of Piopio in the Waitomo District. At the Christmas eve parade Santa would normally float in via SH3, however the rising cost of closing the highway and managing traffic means Santa will instead park-up on a side street near the village with other floats. Chair of the Project Pio Pio Trust Melanie Simpson spoke to Lisa Owen.