Sorry I can’t say Merry Christmas to you all individually, you know I would if I could! Here’s the Christmas cards I made for you, hope you like them : ) Have a great day, love Humph xx
Serious one first..
And a bit of silliness… well, what else did you expect from me? ; )
.. the Coalition gave to me…
The Broken of Britain proudly present Imana (11 years old) singing “The Twelve Days Of Cripmas”
Twelve Days Of Cripmas Lyrics by @Hossylass :
On the first day of Christmas the Government took from me the right to peace and harmony.
On the second day of Christmas the Government took from me,
social standing,
and the right to peace and harmony
On the third day of Christmas the Government took from me,
my I B,
social standing, and the right to peace and harmony.
On the fourth day of Christmas the Government took from me,
my contributions,
my I B, social standing, and the right to peace and harmony.
On the fifth day of Christmas the Government took from me,
my bu-us pass,
my contributions, my I B, social standing, and the right to peace and harmony.
On the sixth day of Christmas the Government took from me,
rights to housing,
my bu-us pass, my contributions, my I B, social standing, and the right to peace and harmony.
On the seventh day of Christmas the Government took from me,
mobility in care homes,
rights to housing, my bu-us pass, my contributions, my I B, social standing, and the right to peace and harmony
On the eighth day of Christmas the Government took from me,
5 years of pension,
mobility in care homes, rights to housing, my bu-us pass, my contributions, my I B, social standing, and the right to peace and harmony
On the ninth day of Christmas the Government took from me,
council funded care,
5 years of pension, mobility in care homes, rights to housing, my bu-us pass, my contributions, my I B, social standing, and the right to peace and harmony
On the tenth day of Christmas the Government took from me,
All my DLA,
council funded care, 5 years of pension, mobility in care homes, rights to housing, my bu-us pass, my contributions, my I B, social standing, and the right to peace and harmony
On the eleventh day of Christmas the Government took from me,
Independent Living Fund,
All my DLA, council funded care, 5 years of pension, mobility in care homes, rights to housing, my bu-us pass, my contributions, my I B, social standing, and the right to peace and harmony
On the Twelfth day of Christmas the Government gave to me,
a ticket to Dignitas.
Dear Santa,
I havent written to you for a long time, I think the last time was when I was around 10. Mr Frosty was the object of my Christmas desire that year, every TV advert seemed to show his cheeky white face, he was my Dream Guy. I wrote a note, put it in the glitter-covered match-box that was hanging from our tree and went to bed. I hid under the covers, heart thumping as I heard you come in my room and place a heavy, crackling stocking on the end of my bed.
Although I was spoilt rotten, Mr Frosty didnt come 😦
Santa, I have been a REALLY good girl this year, much to my disappointment.. ; ) Every year my kids ask me what I want for Christmas and, martyr-like, I ask for just one thing. . a happy day. A day free of grumbles, tears, pain and strife. This year I say, fuck it..! I really, really want Mr Frosty! My Dream Guy has changed a lot since I was little though, now he is flesh and blood.. he walks and talks, lives and breathes and when he smiles at me, he takes my breath away…
Maybe I am too fussy, I have met some really lovely fellas this year but something always whispers “not this one, wait a little longer”.. and so I wait, ever hopeful and dream that, as Snow White sang “one day my prince will come”.. Well, I’ve dressed as Snow White ( and all the dwarfs *cough* ) so, if I havent completly terrified him….
This Friday night I shall make mince pies with my kids, watch a film or two and wait until they finally fall asleep before I pinch the pie and Tia Maria we left for you earlier (yes, I still make them leave a tray for you Santa!), relax and dream a little before bed.
I’ll lay awake, my head under the covers – ears pricked up to hear your tinkly bells, your tread on the stairs. As sleep takes me slowly away, I will gently move my feet, hoping not to hear a rustling stocking but to feel the warmth of a human foot and then stretch my hand out across the bed to finally embrace my Mr Frosty..
Have been trying to find the words to describe this video.. I have watched the contents unfold over the past 24 days with a mixture of horror, dread and total, unequivocal glee 😀 😀
Ms H Cushion proudly presents “Ivan_Jelical’s Advent Aventure”
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Surely a YouTube star in the making ; )
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