Christmas Spirit
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Christmas, a festive time all over the globe. Many use this opportunity to make money out of the easily targeted consumers, ones with kids who just want everything in the world. But that’s all part of the Christmas spirit right?
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Santa clause, a main part of Christmas, a jolly old man who flies around to give kids present. This man has the best job ever, only work once a year, and are loved by many, isn’t it every man’s dream?
All the kids who believes in him, trust that he will come on time, and deliver a present, leaving out biscuit and milk for him to reward for his long journey. His done so much, but no body has ever seen him..
Guess why??? because…he…..DOES NOT EXIST.
Yes, i said it, and yes, i’m equally shocked.
After working more than 1 year undercover at the Australian Post, I’ve accidentally discovered something that could be the biggest government conspiracy ever.
It all started with a innocent question.
I was sorting mail, and found an envelope addressed to Santa at the north pole. Puzzled, so I went to one of the seniors and asked why is the north pole only require a 50c stamp, when it’s so far away. The answer that came back was horrific.
“Son, this letter doesn’t actually go to the real north pole, see that pole over there? with a box under it, that is our ‘north pole’. We have someone collect it once in awhile.” (the convo might be changed just to spice it up)
“and he will deliver it to Santa?” I asked.
“no, he is the ‘Santa’, he opens it, and replies to the kids”
“O.O”
Yes, you heard it first…There’s no big fat jolly fellow reading your lovely mails
There’s no big fat jolly fellow running around trying to fulfill your wishing list.
And there’s certainly no big fat jolly fellow flying around delivering them.
So how does your present appear in that big fat sock?
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Ask your parents…..and along the way, ask them where do babies comes from too…and i can assure you it ain’t pelicans.
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December 8th, 2007 at 6:39 am
ROFL.
you’re gonna ruin the poor children ~~ *sighs*
good thing that i never had believed in Santa Clause =P
btw. remind me to tell you the difference between he has and his. xD
kekekekeke.
omo. feeling so much better now. woot~
December 8th, 2007 at 10:35 am
So that’s where my letter goes?????
OMG *dies*
December 8th, 2007 at 8:14 pm
how funny would it be if andu was santa claus
December 9th, 2007 at 1:18 am
haha that wouldn’t be funny at all, i would take all the presents
December 9th, 2007 at 1:59 pm
i thought you were gonna post something about secret santa like last yr. =/
December 17th, 2007 at 11:25 am
sounds like all your hope and xmas joy were all crushed at that moment
heavy blow huh kid?
=P
December 27th, 2007 at 7:33 pm
you know, it’s kind of cute and sad at the same time. they have this program for kindy and pre-primary kids (for one of the schools i know, anyway) where the teachers get the kids to write to santa and they go marching off in two straight lines to the post box to send it to santa.
it’s the same program that you are talking about in this post.
and funny too how just then, i was having a conversation with my sisters (k & m, who is the youngest) and m nearly brought a tear to my eye:
s.: did you enjoy christmas?
both sis: yep
s.: did you enjoy yesterday (boxing day)?
k: yep
m: *watches k respond first* …yeah…
s.: *remembers that m wasn’t smiling all that much yesterday* you weren’t really happy yesterday, were you, m?
m: no. i wasn’t.
s.: how come?
m: *changes to saddened tone* i didn’t get any care bears (what she wanted, amongst other things, for christmas - things that she actually wrote in that letter to santa) or teddy bears or pixel chicks (i have no idea what that is either - we’re getting senile!). i think santa didn’t know where i live. *puppy eyes*
(after a little thought)
m: … or maybe he didn’t read my letter.
*cue: all readers squeeze some of those tears out. c’mon. do it for the kids! (robbie william is going to haunt you if you don’t - which, come to think of it, isn’t that bad.)*
it’s really cruel to give kids these kind of expectations and not take into consideration that not every family celebrates christmas. poor baby. i wonder when i should break it to her…
December 27th, 2007 at 7:35 pm
(i just realised that was really long. :P)
December 28th, 2007 at 2:24 am
you should break it to them striaght after you parents explain the birds and the bees to them, while they are in the state of shock, go up to them and say, “oh also, santa doesn’t exist”
January 2nd, 2008 at 7:38 pm
that’d be a long way away - like an infinity away considering that i got my sex ed from school and also considering that they don’t even use the word ’sex’ in the house. c’mon, my mum refers to that act a couple shares when in love as something “that you do after marriage”.
how fucking cute is that?! seriously.