Showing posts with label Santa Claus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Santa Claus. Show all posts

Nick of Time


I met Santa Claus last night.

Norman Rockwell painting of jolly Santa Claus holding a letter from Tommy, big sack, and small toy drum

Really, I did; I’ll tell you about it. And the timing was perfect, since the lights have
not been in my favor.

Stocking Stuff


David Bowie and Bing Crosby singing together in front of Christmas tree

Christmas arrived at The Late Show with David Letterman a day early. Dave is always preempted on Christmas Eve so that CBS can air Mass, but this time the fabled meatball was toppled from the Ed Sullivan Theater’s Christmas tree on the night before the night before the Night before Christmas — when Dave rammed into the tree on a go-kart. He was trying out toys again with Shannon Eis.

A clip of the joy ride is up at the show’s website now; I don’t know how long it will last.

I Sleigh Me


Last week’s Top Ten contest [dead link] at the Late Show with David Letterman website was even more inspiring than usual. If you don’t know the drill you can check out the first post in this category, so without further ado here are...

My Top Ten Little-Known Facts about Santa Claus

10. Born Seymour Klausmann, Brooklyn, 1926

9. Will get you on the “nice” list for twenty bucks and/or a bottle of Jim Beam

8. Goes down more than just the chimney, ladies

7. Eleven months out of the year, crash diets and works as Dumbledore at the Harry Potter theme park in Orlando

6. Holly Jolly Christmas: To you, it’s the name of a Burl Ives classic; to Santa, it’s the name of the gal who takes care of him in the VIP suite at North Pole Dancers

Stocking Stuff


Christmas is here. I wish you a day of peace.

Robed men gazing and pointing at starry night sky with caption, 'Oh, I am so blogging about this.'
Image © 2005 David Malki.

Are you perchance dreaming of a Betty White Christmas? The saucy gal, whose
shtick these days melds the randiness of her Sue Ann from The Mary Tyler Moore Show with the cluelessness of her Rose from The Golden Girls to great comedic effect, dropped by The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson on Monday night. While the seams showed a bit — I’m guessing not enough rehearsal time to memorize the lines or know what to riff on, hence the slight hiccups in dialogue betwixt her and Craig — she remains a national treasure. [bad link]