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An Account of a Visit From St. Nicholas

The New Santa Contract

Santa's Prayer

Christmas and Engineers

Dear Santa

 

An Account of a Visit From St. Nicholas

T'was the night before Christmas,

When all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And Mamma in her kerchief and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap;

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“ Now, Dasher ! now Dancer ! now Prancer and Vixen !

On,  Comet !  on  Cupid  !  on, Donder and Blitzen  !

To the top of the porch ! to the top of the wall !

Now dash away !  dash away  !  dash away all  !

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof;

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a pedlar just opening his pack.

His eyes – how they twinkled ! his dimples, how merry !

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry !

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a round little belly,

That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself,

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And fill’d all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

“ HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND

TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT “.

 

The New Santa Contract

 

I regret to inform you that effective immediately, I will no longer be able to serve the Southern United States on Christmas Eve. Due to the overwhelming current population of the earth, my contract was renegotiated by North American Fairies and Elves Local 209. I now serve only the Northern United States and Europe. As part of the new and better contract I also get longer breaks for "fortified" milk and cookies. However, I'm certain that your children will be in good hands with your local replacement who happens to be my third cousin, Bubba Claus. His side of the family is from the South Pole. He shares my goal of delivering toys to all the good boys and girls; however, there are a few differences between us.

1. There is no danger of a Grinch stealing your presents from Bubba Claus. He has a gun rack on his sleigh to prevent sleigh jackings, as a sign that reads: "These toys are insured by Smith and Wesson."

2. In stead of milk and cookies, Bubba Claus prefers that children leave an RC cola and prk rinds (or a moon pie) on the fireplace. Bubba doesn't smoke a pipe. He dips a little snff, so please have an empty spit can handy.

3. Bubba Claus' sleigh is pulled by eight floppy-eared coon dogs instead of reindeer. I made the mistake of loaning him a couple of my reindeer one time, and Blitzen's head now adorns Bubba's fireplace.

4. You won't hear "On Comet, On Cupid, On Donder and Blizten ..." when Bubba Claus arrives. Instead, you'll hear, "On Earnhardt, on Wallace, on  Martin and Labonte, on Rudd on Elliott and Petty."

5. "Ho, ho, ho!" has been replaced by "Yee Haw!" And you are also likely to hear Bubba's elves respond, "I hear'd dat!"

6. As required by Southern highway laws, Bubba Claus' sleigh does have a Yosemite Sam safety sticker on the back of the sleigh with the words, "Back Off!" and "Don't Mess with Santa!" The last I heard it also had other decorations on the back of the sleigh as well. One is a Ford or Chevy logo with lights that race through the letters and the other is a caricature of me (Santa Claus) going wee wee on the Easter Bunny.

7. The usual Christmas movie classics such as "Miracle on 34th Street" and "It's a Wonderful Life" will not be shown in your negotiated viewing area. Instead,  you'll see "Boss Hogg Saves Christmas" and "Smokey and the Bandit IV" featuring Burt Reynolds as Bubba Claus and dozens of state of state patrol cars crashing into each other.

8. Bubba Claus doesn't wear a belt. If I were you, I'd make sure you, the wife, and the kids turn the other way when he bends over to put presents under the tree.

 

Santa's Prayer

by

Warren D. Jennings

 

The sleigh was all packed, the reindeer were fed.

But Santa still knelt by the side of the bed.

"Dear Father", he prayed. "Be with me tonight.

There's much work to do and my schedule is tight.

I must jump in my sleigh and streak through the sky,

Knowing full that a reindeer can't fly.

I'll visit each household before the first light,

I'll cover the world and all in one night.

With sleigh bells a-ringing, I'll land on each roof,

Amid the soft clatter of each little hoof.

To get in the house is the difficult part,

So I'll slide down the chimney of each child's heart.

My sack will hold toys to grant all their wishes,

The supply will be endless like the loaves and the fishes.

I will fill all of the stockings and not leave a track.

I'll eat every cookie that is left for my snack.

I can do all these things Lord, only through You,

I just need Your blessing, then it's easy to do.

All  this to honour the birth of the One,

That was sent to redeem us, Your most holy Son.

 

 

 

 

Christmas and Engineers

(How Engineers Spoil Christmas)

There are approximately 378 million children (persons under 18) in the world, "workload for Christmas night".

At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, which comes to 108 million homes, presuming there is at least one good child in each. Santa has about 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 987.7 visits per second.

This to say that for each Christian household with a good child, Santa has around 1/1000th of a second to park the sleigh, hop out, jump down the chimney, fill the stocking, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left for him, get back up the chimney, into the sleigh, and onto to the next house. This would of course, explain why no one has ever seen him.

Assuming that each of these of these 108 million stops is evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false, but will accept for the purposes of our calculations), we are now talking about 0.78 miles per household, a total of 75.5. million times, not counting bathroom stops or breaks.

This means Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second or 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man made vehicle, the Ulysses space probe moves at a pokey 27.4 miles per second, and a conventional reindeer can run at best 15 miles per hour.

The payload of the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium sized LEGO set (two pounds), the sleigh is carrying over 500 thousand tons, not counting Santa himself.

On land, a conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that the "flying" reindeer can pull 10 times the normal amount, the job can't be done with eight or even nine of them - Santa would would need 360,000 of them. This increases the payload, not counting the weight of the sleigh, another 54,000 tons, or roughly seven times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth (the ship, not the monarch).

A mass of nearly 600,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance, which would heat the reindeer in the same fashion as a spacecraft re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer would absorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy per second each. In short, they would burst into flames almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them and creating deafening sonic booms in their wake.

The entire reindeer team would be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second, or right about the time Santa reached the fifth house on his trip. Not that it matters, however, since Santa, as a result of accelerating from a dead stop would be pinned to the back of the sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force.

And that's why it's easy to explain Santa to kids but not to adults, especially ENGINEERS.

Merry Christmas !!

 

Dear Santa:

I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned, and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground.

I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the nest 18 years.

Here are my Christmas wishes.

I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any colour except purple which I already have), and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.

I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.

If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows, and a radio that plays adult music; and a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and s refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can talk on the phone.

On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says "Yes Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jean that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.

I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice seems o be just out of my children's hearing range, and can only be heard by the dog.

If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.

If you don't mind I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely.

It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without payment as if they were bosses of an organized crime family.

Well Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots  by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many and leave crumbs on the carpet.

Your Always,

MOM ... !

PS:

One more thing .... you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 

 

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