What is everyone doing tonight? I thought I'd send out this roll-call and find out why you're on ARF.COM and not with your family.

Personally, I've already had it up to my eyeballs tonight with the wife and kid who has had WAY too much sugar. I'm hiding in my office with a little too much Christmas cheer. Here's to those with us tonight

No family, working.

Merry Christmas all [beer]

Baking pies and bread.  Am going to my daughters house tomorrow.


Bobwrench

some are decorating tree, some are surfing arfcom with me. Merry Christmas to all

I'm trying to figure out how to get my kid's toys in the house without her seeing them.

[>:/]

Hang out at home until about 9pm, go see what's shakin' at my friends' house.  Hopefully avoid my dad and his invitation to join him for Christmas services.

I'm waiting on dinner. [:D]

I'm not a really family person, anyway.

Working 'till 10pm.

And I just got sent [url=http://media.cdstreet.com/artists/1239190/media/smXmas.mov]An S&M Christmas[/url]

(no nudity, no swearing. It's a movie of a chick singing a song, but it's funny as hell)

I am building a bike and wrapping gifts.  Hopefully latter the wife will unwrap me.

SGtar15

Tree decorated - check.
Presents wrapped - check.
Kids in PJs on the couch - check.

Surfing AR15.com on my new wireless network and cable modem on Christmas Eve - SWEET!

[:)]

Working:

Talking to asshats who have nothing better to do than call tech support. [:(!]

Divorced.  Kids live with mom.  No family within 1,500 miles.

GF is at her mom and sisters playing Santa tonight.

I'm installing a new Plextor DVD burner into my PC.

Ho-Ho-Ho [beer]

Just got done wrapping the wife's presents, and my friends just left after enjoying some adult beverages.

Life is good.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

well I am getting ready to go and sit on the front porch to wait  for Santa to fly over.so I can get some presents and reindeer meat.for tomorrow![shotgun]

Wrong there Wolfe, you're spending Christmas eve with your ARFCOM family.

Merry Christmas my friend.

TJ & BillyTheKid

watching the "Christmas Story" marathon.
I'll have Christmas in Jan. with my folks.

i'm sittin here at work, wondering if the woman i've been trouble-shooting and coordinating w/ all night on this link is as hot as she sounds.

She probably is in her mind there buddy...the bod may be a bit different than you expect.

Merry Christmas.

Tj

Thanks, you too. [^]

Tell BTK I said Merry Christmas to him, too.

Merry Christmas to all of you miscreants! [:D]

I'm here 'cause I've been banished to the back of the house whilst the lazy wimminz wrap my presents [;)]

Did the family and friends thing already and I'm back home with the cat on here where I've been spending the mojority of my time since mid 2001. Damn you guys and these addictive black rifles!!! Merry Christmas All!!!

I'm at work, ostensibly until 7:00 in the A.M., but I'm probably going to roll out a little early so I can be there when my girls wake up.

Just got in from the in-laws. Daughter is in bed. Soon we will load the gifts under the tree. A night cap for me and off to bed. Merry Christmas to all.

Kicking back at my father's house watching my sister pack for her trip out of state.  

Maybe crash at 01:00, then up at zero dark thirty to bring her and the step mother to Logan in the morning.

dam i missed!!oh well
merry christmas and happy new year to you all and your family!

'Twas the nocturnal segment of the diurnal period preceding the annual Yuletide celebration, and throughout the place of residence, kinetic activity was not in evidence among the possessors of this potential, including that species of domestic rodent known as Mus musculus (mouse).

Hosiery was meticulously suspended from the forward edge of the wood burning caloric apparatus, pursuant to our anticipatory pleasure regarding an imminent visitation from an eccentric philanthropist among whose folkloric appellations is the honorific title of St. Nicholas.

The prepubescent siblings, comfortably ensconced in their respective accommodations of repose, were experiencing subconscious visual hallucinations of variegated fruit confections moving rhythmically through their cerebrums.

My conjugal partner and I, attired in our nocturnal head coverings, were about to take slumberous advantage of the hibernal darkness when upon the avenaceous exterior portion of the grounds there ascended such a cacophony of dissonance that I felt compelled to arise with alacrity from my place of repose for the purpose of ascertaining the precise source thereof.

Hastening to the casement, I forthwith opened the barriers sealing this fenestration, noting thereupon that the lunar brilliance without, reflected as it was on the surface of a recent crystalline precipitation, might be said to rival that of the solar meridian itself - thus permitting my incredulous optical sensory organs to behold a miniature airborne runnered conveyance drawn by eight diminutive specimens of the genus Rangifer, piloted by a minuscule, aged chauffeur so ebullient and nimble that it became instantly apparent to me that he was indeed our anticipated caller.

With his ungulate motive power traveling at what may possibly have been more vertiginous velocity than patriotic alar predators, he vociferated loudly, expelled breath musically through contracted lips, and addressed each of the octet by his or her respective cognomen "Now Dasher, now Dancer..." et al. guiding them to the uppermost exterior level of our abode, through which structure I could readily distinguish the concatenations of each of the 32 cloven pedal extremities.

As I retracted my cranium from its erstwhile location, and was performing a 180-degree pivot, our distinguished visitant achieved with utmost celerity and via a downward leap entry by way of the smoke passage. He was clad entirely in animal pelts soiled by the ebony residue from oxidations of carboniferous fuels which had accumulated on the walls thereof. His resemblance to a street vendor I attributed largely to the plethora of assorted playthings which he bore dorsally in a commodious cloth receptacle.

His orbs were scintillant with reflected luminosity, while his submaxillary dermal indentations gave every evidence of engaging amiability. The capillaries of his malar regions and nasal appurtenance were engorged with blood which suffused the subcutaneous layers, the former approximating the coloration of Albion's floral emblem, the latter that of the Prunus avium, or sweet cherry. His amusing sub- and supralabials resembled nothing so much as a common loop knot, and their ambient hirsute facial adornment appeared like small, tabular and columnar crystals of frozen water.

Clenched firmly between his incisors was a smoking piece whose gray fumes, forming a tenuous ellipse about his occiput, were suggestive of a decorative seasonal circlet of holly. His visage was wider than it was high, and when he waxed audibly mirthful, his corpulent abdominal region undulated in the manner of impectinated fruit syrup in a hemispherical container. He was, in short, neither more nor less than an obese, jocund, multigenarian gnome, the optical perception of whom rendered me visibly frolicsome despite every effort to refrain from so being. By rapidly lowering and then elevating one eyelid and rotating his head slightly to one side, he indicated that trepidation on my part was groundless.

Without utterance and with dispatch, he commenced filling the aforementioned appended hosiery with various of the aforementioned articles of merchandise extracted from his aforementioned previously dorsally transported cloth receptacle. Upon completion of this task, he executed an abrupt about-face, placed a single manual digit in lateral juxtaposition to his olfactory organ, inclined his cranium forward in a gesture of leave-taking, and forthwith effected his egress by renegotiating (in reverse) the smoke passage. He then propelled himself in a short vector onto his conveyance, directed a musical expulsion of air through his contracted oral sphincter to the antlered quadrupeds of burden, and proceeded to soar aloft in a movement hitherto observable chiefly among the seed-bearing portions of a common weed. But I overheard his parting exclamation, audible immediately prior to his vehiculation beyond the limits of visibility: "Ecstatic Yuletide to the planetary constituency, and to that self same assemblage, my sincerest wishes for a salubriously beneficial and gratifyingly pleasurable period between sunset and dawn."

('Twas the Night Before Christmas Written by a technical writer working on a Government contract
Source: http://www.zellich.com/xmas/xmas13.html )

Already had the Egg Nog & Crown Royal

Santa called the grandkids with sleigh bells

HO Ho HO Merry Christmas

We've already opened a pile of gifts with family that are going elsewhere for Christmas Day.  And there are more gifts to open tomorrow!  Can't wait, but without kids, there's not the motivation to open stuff like there was when I was young.  Back then, I had problems even getting to sleep, thinking about getting together with more family and opening more gifts in the morning.  I think Christmas is a lot more satisfying if you have kids and spend time with them while they're home for the holidays.

We also used to go to the Grandparents house on Christmas day and it's not the same with them not around anymore.

hell TJ..a buddy pointed her out to me yesterday morning...shes GORGEOUS and SINGLE! WOOHOOO!!