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OK Folks Time To Track Santa On His Journey.

In Cooperation with NORAD , FOTM has linked its massive satellite system and servers,     ( No not really. Hey Santa you listening?)

(Hey Boss does a laptop flung thru the air constitute a satellite system?)

Anyway, Ahem Just click link below for really cool thing for you and your kids for Christmas Eve.

Tracking Santa On His Flight

http://www.noradsanta.org/

Here’s anther link for fun.

http://www.christmastreemarket.com/Physics-of-Santa-Claus-Elves-and-Workshop-Infographic-a/278.htm

OH and here is more proof Santa is real

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~Steve~                          H/T     Katie C

Santa Claus Is Real, And We Have Proof.

The Real Deal From FOTM. 

If you don’t Believe you get Bupkis!

GOTCHA !!!

GOTCHA !!!

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Finally, The Real Truth About Santa Claus (PHOTOS)

By SERGE BIELANKO | December 3rd, 2012 at 4:23 pm

People who don’t believe in Santa Claus are starting to piss me off.

I mean, what gives, you guys?

Do you seriously refuse to believe that there is even a remote possibility that a robust, ageless, elfin-man with super magical powers and the ability to travel at the speed of light to deliver happiness to the children of the world exists?

I don’t get the whole ‘skeptical’ thing here.

What exactly is so hard to fathom about deer that fly anyway?

And what?

You think elves are something someone just happened to make up?

God, you’re jaded.

But fine.

To each his own.

In my mind though, no matter how bad you have messed up in this life you’ve been living the last 20 or 50 or 70 years or whatever, you haven’t ever screwed things up nearly as bad as you did on that day long ago when you finally sighed into the afternoon wind and whispered to yourself those terribly tragic four words: “There is no Santa.”

Why do we do that to ourselves?

Why do we reach an age like 10 or 12 and all of the sudden question maybe the greatest tale we have ever been told? Is it some sort of twisted rite of passage? Are we supposed to feel cooler or, sakes alive, BE cooler once we’ve ‘followed the sheep’ and declared Santa Claus to be extinct?

It’s a mystery to me.

Just when we could use a friend like old Saint Nick to help guide us through The Age of Zits and The Prama™ (Prom Drama) Years, we turn around and thank him for his long dedication to our boundless joy by informing him that he is nothing but a bunch of bull.

Anyhow, I have to try and stem the tide here this year; I’ve got to do my part to try and bring at least a few of you back into the righteous fold of Kringleism (that unfettered belief in magical things).

See, as one of the few remaining adult believers (and also as former Vice-President of the Unofficial Santa Claus Fan Club, Southeastern Pennsylvania Chapter #828 from 2002-2003), I should think that I’ve been privy to a wee bit more of the truth about who Santa really is than most of you. Plus, as a father to two (count ‘em TWO!) die-hard SantaHeads, I feel like it’s my duty to try and save the last of the lovable legends before it’s all too late.

So listen up, people of Earth! Read the truth here today and then decided for yourselves!

You wanted the proof and I’ve got it.

Santa Claus is real: always was, always will be.

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Department Store Magic

Most of us agree that department stores and the like all hire ‘Elves’ to play the role of Santa in the month leading up to Christmas. But recent revelations in Santa Believer Circles highlight this special photo from the Sears store in Duluth, MN 1964. In it, Mary and Bobby Richards stare into the eyes of what is largely believed to be the REAL Santa Claus in one of his very rare store appearances captured on film! Why do we think this? Because Bobby, now a respected brat salesman in Sheboygan, WI swears it.
Image: flickr.com/photos/kingprince

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Young Claus?

Few details are clear about Santa Claus’s youth. However, in 1993, at a yard sale in suburban Reykjavik, Iceland, a woman bought a shoebox full of pictures that contained this stunning find. In it, what appears to be a very young Santa Claus darts through a room with swiftness. Experts all agree that the distinct scoobyish hat he is wearing is found only in distinct pockets of the North Pole, giving further proof that the boy in the picture really is a very young Santa Claus!
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A Picture In The Mail

In the late fall of 1917, Pierre Ribolet, a 6 year-old Paris boy, wrote a letter to Father Christmas doubting his existence and politely requesting some sort of ‘vraie preuve’ or real proof that there was indeed a man behind the legend. Less than a week before Christmas, while feeling dejected and blue from his unanswered letter, young Pierre received a candy-striped envelope in the mail that was postmarked in the North Pole. Inside, there was just one thing: a black and white photograph of a man who appears to look EXACTLY like Santa Claus. The Pierre Ribolet photo is hard to argue with, no?
Image: flickr.com/photos/alainsafa
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Surprising Santa!

In the wee small hours of Christmas Eve, 1968, the McDonnell Family of Akron, Ohio all returned from a wonderful evening at their friends the Stover’s down the street. Upon turning on the living room lights, these folks were stunned to find themselves face-to-face with a very shocked overgrown elfin man with a toy train in his hand and cookie crumbs in his long flowing white beard. In the heat of the moment, young Rachel, 8 years old, used her father’s prized Polaroid to take one single photo from her vantage in the parlor doorway. It is, one must admit, a truly candid and miraculous shot.
Image: stock-clip.com
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Doghouse Proof

Christmas Eve, 1984 wasn’t the best night ever in the life of Londoner Jacob Marley (I know, I know, but no relation). Marley had an argument with his wife Marigold about how much wine he had had to drink and ended up being forced to sleep on the sofa in the front room. As the story goes, sometime in the night, Marley was awakened by the sound of someone out by the tree. Thinking it one of his five children, he sat up to reproach them but instead witnessed something astounding. Luckily, his camera was on a shelf behind him. The result? A blurry yet intriguing capture of what seems to most certainly be one Mr. Santa Claus hard at work.
Image: youtube.com/user/kmarac
Have to admit this is the one that convinced me.

Have to admit this is the one that convinced me.

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Last Minute Trouble

Just after dawn on Christmas morning, 2009, a woman on the Upper West side of Manhattan in New York City was taking her two cats, Bella and Edward, for their morning stroll (yes, on leashes) when she happened to spot a very fat man struggling to gain entrance to a fourth story apartment window. The woman could reportedly hear him clearly speaking on a cellphone with someone, and he was flustered and kept repeating that this was “the very last house on Earth,” and that he “had to drop off this X-box and that he would be home as soon as he figured out how to get in. With her own smartphone she snapped this sensational picture, which appears to be one of the very few we have of the real Santa Claus dealing with REAL life. (Incidentally, she did call the police, but by then the man had jimmied the window open and disappeared inside where he then vanished into thin air. Typical for NYC, actually.)
Image: flickr.com/photos/eligius4917
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Over Poland

On a clear Christmas morning outside of Krakow, Poland a man walking outside to get some fresh air took this photo of what appears to be…well, you know damn well what it appears to be. Still skeptical now?
Image: flickr.com/photos/markusram
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The Greatest Photo Ever Taken?

This one is pure magic. It takes my breath away and sends goosebumps shooting across the curve of my neck as if I was being tickled by the very fingers of fortune herself. The back story? Oh yeah, of course. On December 24th, 1961 at approximately 3:45am, a 14 year- old boy (and NON-BELIEVER in Santa) named Serge Wilanko emerged from his bedroom in the home of his parents in rural Belgium to sneak himself one of his mother’s delectable spice cakes and possibly a small cup of strong ale. Upon entering the kitchen, Wilanko heard a jingling of bells and deep quiet chuckles emanating from the den. He went to inspect and was floored to see the man himself, Santa Claus, relaxing in the boy’s father’s easy chair. Young Serge ran and fetched his camera from his bedroom and fearing the jolly old elf would be gone, he promised to himself and whoever was out there listening to his thoughts that if he could just snap one picture of the man in the red suit that he would never doubt the existence of Santa again. And sure enough, when he peered back in the room, Santa was still there for just long enough to hear the camera click before he touched his nose and disappeared up the chimney in a burst of dust and slashing light. A true classic in Believer circles.
Image: lifeloveandluxury.com

Any Questions? I thought so.

~Steve~                                  H/T   Katie C

“Some assembly required.”

The Phrase Fathers Fear Most On Christmas Day

Anyone who is a parent can tell you this is absolutly true.

The Writer of this story is Tim Herrera 

Brought to you by Best-Christmas-Stories.com

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There are three words often heard at this time of year that strike fear into the hearts of fathers everywhere. Those three words can crush the spirit of even the most capableDad. Those words: “Some assembly required.”My children have now grown beyond the stage where every blasted Christmas gift they receive needs to be constructed using tools thinner than sewing needles by the skillful,unwavering hands of a neurosurgeon. I cannot tell you how many times I have cursedSanta’s elves – or the blue-vested Toys-R-Us guys – for not pre-assembling themountains of toys my kids have received over the years. I have the scarred knuckles to prove my point.”Come see what Santa brought us!” our kids would yell when they were very little.”Daddy, why are your hands bandaged and packed in ice?”It’s easier when kids are very small. Many of their Christmas toys come pre-assembled.In fact, many come in one piece.

Parents just remove the expensive gadgets from their boxes, make sure all the bells ring and the buzzers sound. Then we put the toys on theshelves because the kids are too busy exploring the empty boxes rather than enjoying thewhiz-bang educational SAT improving PBS and pediatrician approved learning plaything we just bought, thanks to a bank loan.

“Some assembly required.” That phrase echoes in my head like Edgar Allan Poe’sraven, or that abrasive duck from the insurance commercials.It’s harder when the kids are at that in-between age where they are too young toassemble toys themselves and too young to be of any help whatsoever.”Hey, pal, please hand me the screwdriver.””You mean this?””No. That’s a garden hose. The screwdriver is the long metal thing with the plastichandle.””You mean that?””No. That’s a shovel that we use to clean up after the dog. Never mind. Go get Mommyfor me now that I’m pinned under this basketball hoop and can’t move. Tell Mommythat Daddy is losing consciousness.”

Now that three of our kids are teenagers and one is an almost-teen, gift giving doesn’tinvolve Craftsman tools, words under my breath or directions written in Swedish. Theonly knuckle scraping I experience now comes from constantly reaching into my back pocket for my wallet. And the only blood loss I risk comes from putting things inenvelopes and risking paper cuts.

“Merry Christmas, Sweetheart! Here’s a Target gift card to keep along with your Borders gift card and your Blockbuster gift card!”I know that giving gift cards seem like the lazy man’s way out. There are times when Ilook back sentimentally on those past Christmas Eves, where my wife and I stayed upuntil 3:00 a.m. struggling to follow the directions for assembling dollhouses, bicycles or life-sized Batcaves.

Our hands shook from overwork and from downing two-liter bottlesof Diet Coke to stay awake. Our eyes were tired and crossed from trying to connect toomany slots “A” to slots “B”. Then after getting about twenty minutes of sleep the kidswould stampede into the bedroom announcing that Santa left behind a mountain of toys,and several empty plastic soda bottles.

I do miss the blissful looks on their faces and the loving hugs around the neck from tinyarms. I do miss the excitement that the anticipation of Santa’s visit brings to young children. I miss the trampling of tiny feet up and down the steps. I don’t miss the bruisesand contusions and the clanking at midnight that comes after Daddy tripped over thetoolbox.The nightmares have stopped but the haunting phrase “some assembly required” stillmakes me flinch. It is important to remember, however, that scraped knuckles do heal over time.

~Steve~

http://www.scribd.com/doc/8535846/3-Funny-Christmas-Stories

Little Johnny’s Christmas list. I’m already sorry. LOL

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Little Johnny’s Ransom

Little Johnny desperately wanted a bright red wagon for Christmas. His friends were writing letters to Santa Claus, so Johnny decided to do them one better.
“Dear Jesus,” he wrote, “If I get a red wagon for Christmas, I will not fight with my brother Hank for a year.” Then Johnny thought, ‘Oh, no, Hank is such a brat, I could never, ever keep that promise.’ So Johnny threw away the letter and wrote another one.
“Dear Jesus, if I get a red wagon for Christmas, I will eat all my vegetables for a year.” Then Johnny thought, ‘Oh, no, that means spinach and asparagus. Yuck! I could never ever keep that promise.’
Then Johnny had an idea. He threw away the paper and went downstairs to the living room. From the mantel above the fireplace, he grabbed the family’s statue of the Virgin Mary. Taking the statue to the kitchen he wrapped it in newspapers then stuffed the newspapers into a grocery bag.
He took the package upstairs to his room, opened the closet and placed the whole works in the farthest, darkest corner. Then he closed the closet door tightly, took a new sheet of paper and wrote: “Dear Jesus. If you ever want to see your mother again…”

~Steve~

St. Nicholas, Bishop of Myra (Fourth Century)

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Today, the Universal Church celebrates the Feast of St. Nicholas, from whom Santa Claus evolved.  It is so wonderful and noteworthy that many of the feasts and holidays we celebrate originated from the Church.  St. Nicholas is highly honored throughout the world, with many churches dedicated in memory to his holiness and his effective advocacy.

Nicholas was born at Patara in Lycia, a province of Asia Minor.  Nicholas’ parents were well off and they died when he was a young man, leaving him many assets.  Nicholas filled with generosity and goodness, with empathy thinking about his fellow brothers and sisters, devoted himself to works of charity and the needy he found in his community.  For example, a citizen of Patara, with three daughters, lost all of his money.  Because of this circumstance of poverty, the three ladies could not find husbands, wherein they were destined to become prostitutes.  Nicholas discovered their horrible upcoming fate.  He then took a bag of gold and under cover in the dark, threw the money into the window of this citizen’s home.  Therefore, the oldest lady now had a dowry and she was soon married.  Nicholas did the same act of charity for the other two ladies in the household.  However, the father was “on the watch” and he recognized Nicholas as his benefactor.  He expressed to Nicholas how happy he was and thankful he was for his love and gratitude to help his family.

At the beginning of the fourth century, Nicholas went to the city of Myra, the capital of Patara in Lycia.  It so happened that the Catholic clergy in this episcopal see were electing a new bishop and it happened that the clergy chose Nicholas; obviously, his reputation preceded him.

“As he was the chief priest of the Christians of this town and preached the truths of faith with a holy liberty, Nicholas was seized by the magistrates, tortured, then chained and thrown into prison with many other Christians.  But when the great and religious Constantine, chosen by God, assumed the imperial diadem of the Romans, the prisoners were released from their bonds and with them the illustrious Nicholas, who when he was set at liberty returned to Myra.”

Nicholas continued on with his works of charity, taking strong measures against paganism, setting prisoners falsely accused and innocent free and taking care of his people in Myra.  It is believed that he was present at the Council of Nicea which arose the Nicene Creed that we say today.  Additionally, Nicholas condemned one of the heresies of his time, Arianism, which denied the divinity of Jesus and the Holy Trinity.  St. Methodius states that “thanks to the teaching of St. Nicholas the metropolies of Myra alone was untouched by the filth of the Arian heresy.”

St. Nicholas died and was buried in Myra.  St. Nicholas is honored as the patron saint of sailors and children.  As to sailors, it is said that during his lifetime, he appeared to storm-tossed mariners who asked for his assistance wherein they were brought safely to port.  As to children, he is particularly associated with the giving of gifts at Christmas time.  With St. Andrew, he is patron of Russia, Greece, Apulia, Sicily and Lorraine.

Let us during this Christmas Season remember this dear saint, be generous to others, giving our love with joy and happiness, always remembering the true meaning of Christmas (Christ’s Mass), the birth of Our Dear Saviour, Jesus Christ, coming into the world through the Blessed Virgin, God Incarnate, and being protected and cared for by the wonderful St. Joseph.  LOVE was born to the world.  Come Lord Jesus, Come!

Joan

Sources:

  • Lives of the Saints, Edited by Michael Walsh.
  • One Hundred Saints, Fulfinch Press, AOL Time Warner Book Group.

Teacher tells kids Santa isn’t real

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Parents upset after they say teacher told kids there is no Santa

WFTV: A Florida teacher has upset many parents in Pinellas County after they said she told her students there was no Santa Claus.

“He was in tears.  He was very distraught,” said parent Kevin Durbin.Durbin was describing his fourth-grade son, and how the 10-year-old felt when he came home from Starkey Elementary School Monday.

Durbin said for his family, like many other families with young children, Christmas is a special time of year; with the man in the red suit taking center stage. Durbin said his son, along with others in the class, became upset when their music teacher began to talk negatively about Santa.

He told me that she went, ‘Santa’ (makes throat-cutting gesture). And, he said it led him to believe that there wasn’t a Santa Claus,” Durbin described.

Durbin, who also has a second-grade daughter at Starkey Elementary School, said he went to the school to voice his concerns Tuesday morning. A representative for the Pinellas County School District, Melanie Marquez, said the principal at Starkey was aware of the situation and was acting accordingly.

“It’s kind of disheartening.  It’s not really the teacher’s objective to teach them about Santa Claus or anything of the sort.  That’s up to the parents,” said parent Angela Pouliot.

Durbin said he wants to keep the Christmas spirit alive and well in his home, and he hopes that his kids will continue to anticipate Santa with the same exuberance they always have.

So much for teaching the three “Rs”. What do you bet that the teacher’s union will support the teacher for what she did?  After all, it’s for the children.

DCG

Funny Santa Pics!

Some kids just can’t handle Santa…

How’d you like to be in the car with all of these boys on the way home?

She’s traumatized for life!

This Santa looks more like a scary pirate!

The girl in the red jacket is probably yanking her sister’s hair!

Why take your kids to a drunk Santa?

DCG

Christmas Love

Snif snif, no I just have some thing in my eye.

Christmas Love: A True Story

By Candy Chand

Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful experience.

I had cut back on nonessential obligations — extensive card writing, endless baking, decorating, and even overspending. Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family moments, and of course, the true mean

My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an exciting season for a six year old. For weeks, he’d been memorizing songs for his school’s “Winter Pageant.” I didn’t have the heart to tell him I’d be working the night of the production.

Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with his teacher. She assured me there’d be a dress rehearsal the morning of the presentation. All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come then.

Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise. So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in 10 minutes early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the room, I saw several other parents quietly scampering to their seats.

As I waited, the students were led into the room. Each class, accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on the floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose to perform their song. Because the public school system had long stopped referring to the holiday as “Christmas”, I didn’t expect anything other than fun, commercial entertainment — songs of reindeer, Santa Claus, snowflakes and good cheer. So, when my son’s class rose to sing, “Christmas Love” I was slightly taken aback by its bold title.

Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in fuzzy mittens, red sweaters, and bright snowcaps upon their heads. Those in the front row — center stage — held up large letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song.

As the class would sing “C is for Christmas”, a child would hold up the letter C. Then, “H is for Happy”, and on and on, until each child holding up his portion had presented the complete message, “Christmas Love”.

The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed her — a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter “M” upside down — totally unaware her letter “M” appeared as a “W“.

The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this little one’s mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at her, so she stood tall, proudly holding her “W.”

Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the laughter continued until the last letter was raised, and we all saw it together. A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen. In that instant, we understood — the reason we were there, why we celebrated the holiday in the first place, why even in the chaos, there was a purpose for our festivities.

For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud and clear:

CHRIST WAS LOVE

And, I believe, He still is.

~Posted by Steve~                      H/T Grouchy

There’s No Pleasing Some People

A man with a bald head and a wooden leg is invited to a Christmas fancy dress party. 

He doesn’t know what to wear to hide his bald head and his wooden leg, so he writes to a fancy dress company to explain his problem. A few days later he receives a parcel with a note:

Dear Sir,

Sorry about the previous parcel. Please find enclosed a monk’s habit. The long robe will cover your wooden leg and with your bald head you will really look the part.

The man is offended that the outfit emphasizes his disability, so he writes a letter of complaint. A week passes and he receives another parcel and note:

Dear Sir,

Sorry about the previous parcel. Please find enclosed a monk’s habit. The long robe will cover your wooden leg and with your bald head you will really look the part.

The man is really incandescent with rage now, because the company has gone from emphasizing his wooden leg to drawing attention to his bald head. So he writes a really strong letter of complaint.

A few days later he gets a very small parcel from the company with the accompanying letter: 

Please find enclosed a tin of Golden Syrup. We suggest you pour the tin of Golden Syrup over your bald head, stick your wooden leg up your arse and go as a toffee apple.

~Steve~      H/T I-Man

Merry Christmas To All, And To All…Wait, I Have Something To Say. When Don’t I?

I want to wish Everyone a Very Merry Christmas. Just over a Year ago we started the Fellowship. Had no idea what would happen. What happened was I have made some great new friends . I am thankful to Eowyn and Joan for putting up with me. ;)

Mostly I am thankful for our Readers and Commenters. I heard something yesterday On the radio and I’d like to share.

“May You get everything you wish for for Christmas.

But remember you already have everything you need.”

Think about it..It really is true.

May God Bless Everyone. And I wish you and your family a

Very Merry Christmas.           Love , Steve