Your Questions About Pictures Of Christmas Trees Around The World

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Nancy asks…

McCanns: why would you show the world a film of your three children trying to climb through a stair gate ?

We ll like to take pictures and home movies of the children especially around Christmas, and we like to have those Christmassy front room scenes with presents and the tree and deco’s and stuff.

So why do some people choose to make a home movie of their three children trying to break down a stair gate to get away from the camara and then show it to the world ?



GirlMogul answers:

Yet another stupid question from someone who obviously has never had children. I will send you a nice pair of glasses for Xmas as you seem be seeing things that aren’t there Trying to break down the safely gate and trying to get away from the camera.?? Hope you had an eye test before you took your driving tests

Chris asks…

I cant remember the song title or artist!?!?!?

It goes like this:
every year at christmas
all i can see
are pictures of the things i want
around the tree
but this years a little different
im not thinking of myself
its for somebody else
so i pray joyy
to the world
peace for every boy and girl
god i know your listening
and you can hear
*something i cant remember*
and all there cheers
i dont have alot to offer
just one simple prayer
that this christmas somebody knows
someone cares

GirlMogul answers:

Joy To The World (A Christmas Prayer)
sung by Nicholas Jonas

The part you are having trouble with is:
God I know you’re listening
And you can hear
The need of every broken heart
And all their tears
I don’t have a lot to offer
Just this one simple prayer

You can view and listen to the video at the source link I posted below.

Lizzie asks…

What do you think of this story?

OK this is part of chapter 1 that’s going on fan fiction. I’m still working on it and need some constructive criticism. Thanks!


I found myself deep in a forest. It was completely unrealistic. The trees were a vivid green, the underbrush was a dirty brown, and the stars shone out like iridescent Christmas lights.

I searched around everywhere for the voice that called out to me. “Vanessa! BEHIND YOU!” I quickly turned around only to see a girl bleeding and the most handsome boy I have ever seen. His jet black jagged hair was in a frenzy, blood was smeared across his hands and mouth, but the most horrid thing about him was his eyes. They were a deadly red. If looks could kill the world would have ended then and there.

My eyes wandered to the suffering girl. I tried to move but felt frozen to the ground. I stood their in fear while I watched the unknown girl’s life slowly slip away. I felt tears fall from my cheek like little pearls. Slowly, I closed my eyes to wait for my end. “Shush,” I felt an icy hand brush my hair away from my face, “It will only hurt a little. I promise.” The boy leaned in for a kiss, but instead bit my lip, neck, and wrists viciously. I felt the life slip out of me and it was replaced by a burning furry. My lips let out a shrill cry. Then everything faded.

I abruptly woke up, panting. “It was only a dream,” I thought. I leaned against the bed and brush my hair back. I sat there shaking.

Sure I’ve had plenty of nightmares, but none of these compared to this one. Everything around me was so real I could practically taste it. I closed my eyes trying to forget those horrifying pictures, but instead they kept replaying.


“JARED STOP!” My mother shrieked. Terrified, I ran down stairs.

“She’s my daughter too Jenna!” Dad screamed holding my two year old sister, Evelyn. In his other hand he held a gun pointed at my mom. Clearly, my dad was drunk again.
I forgot to mention its a twilight fanfic and im 13 so im going to seem childish at some points so im keeping the “BANG BANG BANG” its showing emphasis
ok so im not gonna do the capitalization anymore, but i’ve got a question. Can i put capitalization on the “jared stop” thing or do i have to change it?

GirlMogul answers:

I was immediately turned off when you said “it was completely unrealistic.” I’m the reader; I’ll be the judge of that. I want to know WHAT about the scene is unrealistic, because running through the woods by itself is not all that surreal.

I was also not too keen on “vivid green” or “dirty brown”. Your description could be so much more beautiful on this: “the trees gleamed vividly, their pine needles shimmering against the moonlight and the stars which twinkled like so many Christmas lights.” I want to be positively mesmerized by this scene, and at the moment, I’m just not feeling it.

“I quickly turned around only to see a girl bleeding and the most handsome boy I have ever seen.” Hmm…the biggest problem I have with this sentence is how quickly you go from a bleeding girl to the most handsome boy you have ever seen. Don’t you give a shit that the girl is bleeding? What does she even look like? Where is she bleeding from? How does the blood shine in the moonlight? Additionally, when you do describe the boy, I’m not all that clear on why you find him so handsome. He has jet black hair jagged hair that is wild…uh huh…so? You seem to go from handsome to frightening without taking any note of the change at all.

Oh, so you FINALLY remembered the bleeding girl? Oh, no wait, you’re “frozen to the ground”, which doesn’t make sense, because you’re standing up. We don’t have any context for what you’re doing. Are you trying to help the girl? Or do you want to run away?

Tears falling like “little pearls” strikes me as something you’d say about other people, but not yourself. When you cry, is that really what you think of? Because when I cry, it’s messy. The tears seep into my cheeks and my skin feels heavy, like a mask. My nose also runs pretty fiercely, and my nose and forehead sting as if it’s very cold outside. I know that when you’re watching other people, you could sort of make the crying romantic, but when you cry yourself…I just don’t see it.

New paragraph when the vampire says “Shush.”

I presume you feel the vampire’s icy hand? So say “His icy hand”; otherwise I’m under the impression that a random icy hand comes from nowhere to stroke her hair.

“But instead bit my lip, neck, and wrists viciously”…Uh, really? Oh come on, can’t you at least describe what it feels like when she is bitten?

“By a burning FURY”. The life’s not replaced by a furry. Unless this is the fluffy side of vampires.

“I abruptly woke up, panting.” Yawn. “I woke up panting” or “I woke up abruptly.” No need for both.

“It was only a dream”–wow, thanks, I had absolutely NO idea! Please don’t tell me what I already figured out two sentences in.

“Everything around me was so real I could practically taste it”–well, that’s weird, since you told us in the first paragraph that it was “unreal”. Get your story straight.

You probably didn’t want this extensive of a critique, especially since this is just a fanfic. But I believe in making all writing as good as it can possibly be. Sorry for the rant.

Charles asks…

Does this make you cry too?

A True Christmas Poem

Twas the night before Christmas,
He lived all alone,
In a one room tent made of
Plastic and stone.

I had come through the door way,
With presents to give,
And to see just who, in this tent did live.

I looked all about,
A strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents,
Not even a tree.

No stockings at all,
Just boots filled with sand,
On the floor were pictures
Of far distant lands.

With medals and badges,
Awards of all kinds
A sobering thought
Came through my mind.

For this Place was different,
It was dark and dreary.
I found the home of a soldier,
One I could see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping,
Silent, alone
Curled up on the floor
In this one room ‘home’.

The face was so gentle,
The room in disorder,
Not how I pictured,
A United States Soldier.

Was this the Hero
Of whom I’d just read?
Curled up on a poncho,
The floor for a bed.

I realized the families
That I saw this night,
Owed their lives to these soldiers,
So willing to fight.

Soon around the world
The children would play,
And grownups would celebrate
A bright Christmas day.

They all enjoy freedom
Each month of the year,
Because of the soldiers,
Like the one lying here.

I couldn’t help but wonder
How many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve
In a land far from home.

The very thought
Brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees
And started to cry.

The soldier awakened
And I heard a rough voice,
“Santa don’t cry,
This life is my choice.”

“I fight for freedom,
I don’t ask for more,
My life is my God,
My country, my Corps.”

The soldier rolled over
And drifted to sleep.
I couldn’t control it,
I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours,
So silent and still
And we both shivered,
From the cold night’s chill.

I didn’t want to leave
On that cold dark night,
This guardian of Honor
So willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over,
With a voice soft and pure,
Whispered, “Carry on Santa,
It’s Christmas Day, all is secure.”

One look at my watch,
And I knew he was right,
“Merry Christmas my friend,
And to all a Good Night,”
This poem was written by a Marine.

The following is his request. I think it is reasonable…..

PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending
this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming
soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and
women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.
Let’s try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we
owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and
dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your
small part to plant this small seed.
Deep M – I didn’t hear it on the radio; my soon to be husband who is a Marine e-mailed it to me, I’m not sure where he got it from. He told me a fellow Marine wrote it, but I don’t know any more than that. I just wanted to pass it on to other people, so that they can get an idea of what things are like over there for some of our soldiers.

Oh and F.Y.I everyone, the setting is supposed to be a tent over in the Iraq desert. Just incase some people don’t realize that.

Thank you all for taking the time to read this,


GirlMogul answers:

As many times as I’ve seen this video clip, I still get bleary eyed.
This is of ‘some’ Patriot Guard Riders escorting the body of Lance Corporal Geoff Fisher, USMC, in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma.


For those who are unaware, at all military theaters, the National Anthem is played before every movie.

From a Chaplain in Iraq: I recently attended a showing of ‘Superman 3,’
here at LSA Anaconda. We have a large auditorium we use for movies, as well as memorial services and other large gatherings. As is the custom back in the States, we stood and snapped to attention when the National Anthem began before the main feature. All was going as planned until about three-quarters of the way through The National Anthem the music stopped.

Now, what would happen if this occurred with 1,000 18-22 year-olds back in the States? I imagine there would be hoots, catcalls, laughter, a few rude comments; and everyone would sit down and call for a movie. Of course, that is, if they had stood for the National Anthem in the first place.

Here, the 1,000 Soldiers continued to stand at attention, eyes fixed
forward. The music started again. The Soldiers continued to quietly stand at attention. And again, at the same point, the music stopped. What would you expect to happen? Even here I would imagine laughter, as everyone would finally sit down and expect the movie to start. But here, you could have heard a pin drop. Every Soldier continued to stand at attention.

Suddenly there was a lone voice, then a dozen, and quickly the room was filled with the voices of a thousand soldiers, finishing where the
recording left off: ‘And the rockets red glare, The bombs bursting in
air, Gave proof through the night, That our flag was still there. Oh, say
does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave, o’er the land of the free and
the home of the brave.’

It was the most inspiring moment I have had here in Iraq. I wanted you to know what kind of Soldiers are serving you here. Remember them as they fight for you! Pass this along as a reminder to others to be ever in prayer for all our soldiers serving us here at home and abroad. For many have already paid the ultimate price.

Written by Chaplain Jim Higgins LSA Anaconda. He was at the Balad Airport in Iraq, north of Baghdad.

It can’t always be somone else’s son over there.

Betty asks…

Kill myself (yes or no)?

You can do it fast, slow or cause an accident on the freeway and take some people with you !!!!!
You can also change your mind and start helping people in need. Would that not be something ?
Instead of taking life’s, you start saving them. O.K. let’s think how should we set this picture in
motion. Let’s start by taking the attention off ourselves and put more into others. Wow, what a
thought. Now everyone you come in contact with will see you as an Angel (or such). See how
this all works ? The OTHER you has killed itself. So it can’t be around helping people. This way everyone on the list just goes through life wanting something it will never have because you removed yourself from the “big picture” and guess what? NO ONE CAN TAKE YOUR PLACE !!!
See, The Power Above had made plans for you down here on Planet Earth, but you said, “Hey, I
don’t want the job of helping others.” That also means all your family tree stops with you. All the efforts of your Parents and Grandparents down the line just kind of stops. All those cold mornings they got up at 4:00 am and went to work in snow was for nothing. I mean their dreams of a home
at Christmas sitting around drinking punch with the family and laughing about family stuff just stops.
Yes, there is no future. Your child who grows up and finds a cure for H1N1 will never happen. The
world just keeps on without your giving back for your Blessings. Don’t be thankful you have two arms, legs and can see and speak. Don’t appreciate hearing “that” song on the radio last week
that put you in a good mood. We could go on and on here with all the good stuff you forgot you
have. What a shame…

Before I left my wife’s grave sight I got out of my car and walked back up that long hill to say a
final goodbye to the woman I loved. She’s located in Southern Missouri outside a quiet little town
with rolling hills filled with trees, and wild flowers. In the summer when you walk down to the
creek to throw a rock into it’s clear water, you’ll see all kinds of birds flying here and there sing-
ing their song for the world to hear. With all kinds of Mother Nature all around you the big city
sounds are far far away. Sometimes I play a game that I’m farmer back in 1822 taking a break
from a hard days work to put my tin cup down in the cool water that taste so great on hot July
afternoon. I want to invite all of you with a mind set on killing yourself to hold off until July the 4th.
That’s the day we stop for a moment to thank God we live in America the land of the free. You
know this land you walk on was paid for by many-many men and women who went into combat
just so you could go down to a stream and sip a cup of water on a hot summer day. Come on
out here to the Mid-West and drink as much of our free water as you want. I’ll bet you $1.00
you change your mind about pulling that trigger my friend. I’ll bet you come up with an idea of
how when you get back home you can try this and that so maybe that problem of yours kind of
fall way far back in your mind.

Heck, look at me ! I took that .45 cal pistol away from my head and put back in it’s hiding place.
Then I waited until around 5:30 am and went to 6 o’clock church for two weeks. I asked God
for a wife and kid’s. Ended up with a beautiful woman and 5 fantastic children.

Ask God what He has planned for you? And remember… it may take a bit of time before He get’s
things all set-up for you. Then someday you’ll be like me. Sitting here remembering all the events
that took place after the night you almost pulled the trigger (or whatever).

My name is Tom B. I’ve been clean and sober since 11/5/85 because God wanted me to write
these words to you because “tomorrow” is the 1st day in the rest of your life…

GirlMogul answers:

Hello there, Tom. :) This truly is a wonderful story. I’m sure that a lot of people needed to see something like this, it’s a very inspirational piece of writing. I am extremely happy for you, you’re strong for overcoming your misery and making something of your life. It takes courage to stand up and help yourself and others. I hope that this comforts people that feel scared and alone, because we all do at some point in our lives.

Edit: Tunuviel: I’m not religious either, but I think the whole point of the story is great. You don’t have to be religious to find comfort in life, but I’m glad he found something to live for.

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