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Santa Claus Is Real, And We Have Proof.

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If you don’t Believe you get Bupkis!

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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

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“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

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

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Ruby, the Red-Nosed Reindeer


Of the forty different species of deer in the world, only in reindeer do females have antlers.
Edinburgh University professors Gerald Lincoln and David Baird say Rudolph cannot be a male because female reindeer still have antlers at Christmas. Males shed theirs before mid-December.
Prof Lincoln said: “Rudolph classically is this red-nosed reindeer who is around at Christmas. We picture him in the snow with his antlers, but if you know anything about nature you discover that things are not quite so straightforward. Male reindeer actually cast their antlers before Christmas, so they don’t have any antlers at Christmastime. They have their mating season in autumn when they use their antlers to fight, but once it finishes they cast them. So you can’t picture Rudolph as a big red-nosed macho male because he has cast his antlers already and can’t arrive on your doorstep with his antlers on, looking handsome.”

[Source: The Telegraph]

This means that in the historical rendition depicting Santa’s reindeer, every single one of them, from “Rudolph” to Blitzen, has to be a girl.
We should’ve known . . . .

Only females could drag a fat-butt man in a red velvet suit all around the world in one night and, when they get lost, stop and ask for directions.

A Merry Christmas to all!
~from Eowyn and all the female “reindeer” of FOTM.
H/t FOTM’s co-founder Joan.

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