Comments on: My apologies, Santa

By: Jenny

Jenny — Sun, 13 Jan 2008 20:29:40 +0000

I guffawed outloud as I read this, and then put a reminder in my 2008 datebook (because this one hadn’t even occured to me, this year, and I ain’t about to pass it up next year).

p.s. The Wikipedia bit about the Christkindl is a bit ridiculous. ‘Christkindl’ is from a familiar form German dialects use for the Christ Child, who is the person who brings (or rather, these days, “brought”) the gifts to good kids.
…Ah! I just found this epxlanation on another Wikipage, which is pretty much what I just wrote, above; well, anyway: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christkind

By: Jenny

Jenny — Sun, 13 Jan 2008 20:29:00 +0000

I guffawed outloud as I read this, and then put a reminder in my 2008 datebook (because this one hadn’t even occured to me, this year, and I ain’t about to pass it up next year).

By: Lauren/ Paida

Lauren/ Paida — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 07:19:15 +0000

At a certain point it simply doesn’t work anymore – in the words of my 6 year old boy:

“Some years I am good, some years I am bad; Santa always brings me good stuff.”

By: Lauren/ Paida

Lauren/ Paida — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 07:19:00 +0000

At a certain point it simply doesn’t work anymore – in the words of my 6 year old boy:

“Some years I am good, some years I am bad; Santa always brings me good stuff.”

By: PÃ¨re NoÃ«l

PÃ¨re NoÃ«l — Thu, 27 Dec 2007 19:35:28 +0000

Dear map,

Remember when you were 5 and your father told you that every time you touch yourself, God kills a kitten? This is a similar example. As we all know, kittens are alive an well in most parts of the world and Kleenex is still a popular seller. The threat, while impressive, rather pales in the lackluster aftermath. Ava received her gifts just as surely as the heartbeats of small felines keep thunking away.

I, myself, have been known to affect certain oaths upon my workers in the heat of the moment. If I had a gold coin for everytime I told an elf that I’d powernail his freakin’ pointy ears to the ceiling fan if he biffed up a gift one more time — well, let’s just say that my coffers aren’t as full as they used to be. And just because Cupid got turned into teriyaki jerky and a throw rug last year has no bearing on my threat of tanning their hides to Pluto and back. (Fact was, his leg was game, and I wasn’t about to pay the ISU Vets to put it back to sorts.)

So rest ye weary brain and think not of using myself as a threat to your wee one. After all, as cute as she is, do you really think she won’t get away with it in the end? That’s what I thought.

Observationally yours,

St. Nick