Jim Foster

ShareA Geezer’s Notebook, By Jim Foster After this, I promise I won’t run on and on about Christmas stuff until

It is for you I am making a few suggestions to enable you to become more endearing and even find the odd person to like you, which may be quite an accomplishment for several of you.

One by one, the fairies crawled out from under the chairs, and from behind the door, and from behind Santa.

Just once I’d like to celebrate Christmas in the summertime, maybe sit in Gerry Sharpe`s back yard with a couple of coolers singing, Christmas carols with chestnuts roasting on his barbecue.

If I remember my mother used to put a turkey in the oven in the middle of the night so it would be done before the 11 o’clock news came on the next day.

“How should I know? I’m ten years old. I haven’t been out the door since I was five. I spend all day answering your dumb questions.”

Filled with a confidence that could only be described as asinine I decided to dive into…

Bob McEown and Ron Janes brought a cow into one of the ground-floor rooms – not a good move.

One night a few years ago I was watching the same movie late at night and I remembered the words, which was remarkable since I couldn’t remember them when we put on the play.

…so I went down to the Legion sneaking back in for the finale. But by that time I was a little confused and sang the Impossible Dream from Man of La Mancha.