A piece in the West Australian. The Experts say that kids are being traumatized by Santa being a lie. Who do I sue by being told this, I have been told a lie for the past 65 years, and what about Rudolf, does that mean he doesn't have a big red nose. oh no I need trauma counseled, any one no a good one.
With all my siblings, my children, and their children, we all believed in Father Christmas, and in the words of that famous man "He looked down and saw that it was good."
I found that after the grandchildren had grown up, Christmas was just not the same any more, as it lacked a bit of the excitement, of previous years
Tongue in cheek I read a report once, which was put up anonymously, so it is unconfirmed, that the Easter Bunny is a good therapist to see, if you start to believe the stories that Santa is not real Thankfully I have not got to that stage yet
Barr Humbug. What ever happened to imagination. I told my children that when they stopped believing in Santa that's when they got school shoes under the Christmas tree. They are all grown up now but we still put out the Santa sacks and this year there is a little Grandy to share the magic of Christmas with. Oh I guess magic is outlawed too.
The Experts have not got much right in recent years .....this one is no different....
Poor dears being traumatised............thats what made us all the great people we are today.......we took it in our stride and continued growing up......
Now where is that spoon of cement........
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The Experts have not got much right in recent years .....this one is no different....
Poor dears being traumatised............thats what made us all the great people we are today.......we took it in our stride and continued growing up......
Many years ago, I was sitting in the waiting room at the old Sydney Eye Hospital. The waiting room was an old corridor and the ceilings were at least 12 feet high. There was an abnoxious little brat who was annoying everyone there. His mother could not or would not control him. Eventually, the receptionist came out and said in a gruff voice "What's going on here?" The little boy was defiant, to say the least. Then she said that Santa wouldn't come to see hime (it was early December). The brat replied that Santa wouldn't know. Receptionist replied "Oh yes he will - he can see you now". Brat said "where is he - I can't see him". Receptionist replied "He is up there just above the doorway, can't you see him?" The brat loked up but couldn't see anything, but decided that maybe Santa was there. Instantly, the brat changed his mood. "Sorry Santa, I didn't mean to be a bad boy. I'll be good now." And he was a quiet as a mouse from then on. That receptionist was a master at child control (or rather overcoming the lack of parental control).
I am still a "Father Christmas" follower. He's got to be the real thing. Likes his Ale and a Good time.
The bottle of beer me mum used to leave out on the table for him on christmas Eve proves it. Along with a pint glass, a bottle opener, and a plate with a piece of Bunloaf on it.
Always when I got up on Chrissy morning, he'd ate the cake and drunk the beer. Usually leaving Crumbs all over the tablecloth, and the glass unwashed. Me mum always remarking "He's a Scruffy Bugger" I'm not leaving him any next year. But she always did.
Yes he's still around, Just try the beer and cake trick with your grandkids on Chrissy Eve. You will be surprised. He's still a messy eater.
The American Santa Claus has one source. He originated from Dutch settlers' stories about Sinter Klass, the Dutch name for St Nicholas, and how he gave presents to girls and boys.
St Nicholas was Bishop of Myra, in Turkey in the 3rd century AD, who would travel in his red bishop's robes and give gifts to the poor. He was believed to have been particularly kind to children. Apparently, he was also very shy. Legend has it that one day, wanting to give money to a family in secret, he dropped some gold coins down the chimney, where they landed in a girl's stocking. St. Nicholas didn't 'arrive' in Britain until after the Norman invasion, and when he did arrive his story was quickly absorbed into the legend of Father Christmas. By this time, our Father Christmas had already been around for centuries!
The earliest Father Christmas appeared during ancient British mid-winter festivals. He wasn't known as Father Christmas then, of course, but as a general pagan figure who represented the coming of spring. He would wear a long, green hooded cloak and a wreath of holly, ivy or mistletoe. It is the association with holly and mistletoe, and his ability to lift people's spirits, that we retain from this ancient Father Christmas.
Due to the onset of the cyclone season I had a friend check my roof for loose screws ( my daughters have banned me from my second floor flat roof, Bummer) and he said there were a couple of scrape marks that stopped adjacent to the tie down point I had fitted for Santa. I told him that it was probably some old marks from last year when we had some high winds but he said it could not be because the marks are dead parallel. Now for a dilemma like this I would have sought confirmation from my wife but unfortunately she is no longer with us.
The last time I asked her about Santa though she said he is true and she is expecting him to place a sizeable expensive present under the tree for her which he did. Every year he has always drunk my beer and eaten the Xmas cake ( and carrots for the reindeer ) left for him no matter how hot the beer is to show his thanks. He always leaves the empties for me to dispose of in the appropriate manner, which I will continue to do when I start traveling next year.
Now here is my problem should I disregard the scrape marks as old marks or should I turn the house upside down to locate the present he has come early to deliver. PLEASE HELP!!!!!!
I, Myself and Me plus my kids and my grand kids don't believe in Santa, let me tell you that they / we all believe in the presents we give and get on that famous day... 25th December.
If there is no such a thing as Christmas and Easter then my guess is that there is no such thing as GOD.