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An engineer speaks on Christmas...
1) No known species of reindeer can fly. But it is estimated that there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer, which only Santa has ever seen.
2) There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. But since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total - 378 million according to the Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there's at least one good child in each.
3) Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house.
Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75-1/2 million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours, plus feeding and etc. This means that Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second - a conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour.
4) The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that "flying reindeer" (see point #1) could pull ten times the normal amount, we cannot do the job with eight, or even nine. We need 214,200 reindeer. This increases the payload - not even counting the weight of the sleigh - to 353,430 tons. Again, for comparison - this is four times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth.
5) 353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance - this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecraft re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy, per second,.each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and create deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second. Santa, meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force.
In conclusion - If Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he's dead now.
Barbie's letter to Santa Dear
Santa, I've
been helping you out every year, playing at being the perfect Christmas present,
wearing skimpy bathing suits in frigid weather, and drowning in fake tea from
too many tea parties. I hate to break it to you Santa, but it is DEFINITELY pay
back time!! There had better be some changes around here this Christmas, or
I'm gonna call for a nationwide meltdown (and trust me, you don't want to be
around to smell it!) So, here's my holiday wish list for this year, Santa.
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Ken's letter to Santa
Dear Santa,
I understand that one of my colleagues has petitioned you for changes in her
contract, specifically asking for anatomical and career changes.
In addition, it is my understanding that disparaging remarks were made about me,
my ability to please, and some of my fashion choices. I would like to take this
opportunity to inform you of some issues concerning
Ms. Barbie, and some of my own needs and desires.
First of all, I along with several other colleagues feel Barbir DOES NOT deserve
preferential treatment-the bitch has EVERYTHING!! I, along with Joe, Jem,
Raggedy Ann & Andy, DO NOT have a dream house, Corvette, evening gowns, and
in some cases, the ability to change our hairstyle. I personally have 3 outfits
which I am forced to mix and match at great length. My decision to accessorize
my outfits with an earring was my
decision and reflects my lifestyle choice.
I, too, would like a change in my career. Have you considered :"Decorator
Ken", "Beauty Salon Ken", or "Out of Work Actor Ken"?
In
addition, there are several other avenues which could be considered such
as:"S&M Ken", "Green Lantern Ken", "Circuit
Ken", "Bear Ken", "Master Ken".
These would more accurately reflect my desires and perhaps open new markets. And
as for Barbie needing bendable arms so she can"push me away", I need
bendable knees so I can kick that bitch to the curb.
Bendable knees would also be helpful for me in other situations-we've talked
about this issue before.
In closing, I would like to point out that any further concessions to the blond
bimbo from hell will result in action taken by myself and
others.
PS. Barbie can forget about having Joe-he's mine, at least that is what he said
last night.
Sincerely,
Ken
Ten signs Santa has marraige problems
Top Ten Signs Santa Doesn't Like Your Kid
10.
Kid's letter to north pole comes back stamped, "Dream on, Chester!"
9. Kid asks for new bike, gets pack of smokes
8. Along with presents, Santa leaves hefty bill for shipping and handling
7. By the time he gets to your house, all he has left is foam packing
6. Christmas day, your kid wakes up with a Reindeer head in his bed.
5. Instead of "Naughty" or "Nice", Santa has him on the dork
list
4. Sends him off on one of them Carnival Cruises with Kathie Lee
3. First words when kid gets on his lap are,
"Touch my beard and I'll put the hurt on you."
2. Labels on all your kid's toys read "Straight from Craptown."
1. Four words: "Off my lap, Tubby!"
Ten Department Store Santa Peeves
Ten signs your sick of the holidays
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Ten signs you've got a bad christmas tree
Ten Signs You've Hired a Bad Santa
'Twas, the night before
Christmas, and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, except for my mouse. No kids lived with me, so I thought I would chatter. There'd be no damn reindeer, and no stupid clatter. There'd be no fat elf, coming through my chimney. I'll be alone, my computer and me. I won't race to the window, to see him arrive. I'll just sit right here..... with windows ninety-five. There's no one I know, as I'm surfing around. None of my regular buddies are found. I went in some chat rooms, but quickly got out. Age, sex, location is all that's about. As, I was about to go check out the net. I got an E-mail which I didn't expect. A lady told me, she had read my profile. And, ask, if I might like to chat for a while. She said, if I didn't, then she would just leave. But, she was so lonely, on this Christmas Eve. She said, it's the first time, she'd ever been on. But, she heard, computers, could be so much fun. She said, the computer, was usually locked tight. But, she said, her husband, left it on... tonight. He's away on some business; He'll be gone all night. So, she thought she'd use it, "I guess it's all right." She started to tell me, about her whole life. How, she was expected to be a good wife. She talked of her anger, frustrations, and needs. Because, she was forced, to do such silly deeds. She talked on and on, from one thing to the next. Then finally told me...... she was oversexed. She didn't have sex, with her husband, she told. He's always too busy, and getting too old. Then, she wrote me something, that made my heart vex. She asked me to teach her, to have cyber-sex. I said, if she wanted me to, that I could. Then after an hour, she got really good. After five hours, my fingers were sore. I told her, that I couldn't go anymore. She said, that was fine, because she was tired too. And anyway, her husband, soon would be due. She said she would be on, the same time next year. Then asked, if I wouldn't mind, meeting her here. She said, only.... on this night, she could be found. It is only.... this night, her husband leaves town. She said bye, and signed off.....and I had to pause. I think I just cybered........with Mrs. Santa Claus!!!! |
All I want for Christmas is...........
Once upon a time
there was a little girl who wanted a kitten for Christmas. Now, her mother
couldn't buy a kitten and parcel it up for Christmas Day, so she bought it a
week before Christmas and gave it to the little girl.
'You're getting your Christmas present a week early this year,' her mother
explained and handed over the fluffy little tabby kitten. 'Is that what you
want?'
Why the angel is on top of the tree Not
long ago and not far away Santa was getting ready for his annual trip...but
there were problems every where... four of the elves got sick, and the trainee
elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones so Santa was
beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule....then Mrs. Claus told
Santa that her mum was coming to visit...
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'Twas the night before
Christmas And all through the house Not a creature was stirring, Not even a mouse. 'Cuzz the cat had pounced on him And tore him apart - Ate his mouse intestines And chewed up his heart. Kitty thought he heard sleighbells, Which made him take pause - He stopped daintily licking The blood from his claws. "Must be Santa," thought Kitty (That quite clever cat) 'Cuz nobody else climbs down The chimney like that. Indeed it was ol' Santa So jolly and fat With a huge load of presents And all for the cat! "Wow, the best Christmas ever!" Kitty thought with a purr, Then he coughed up a hairball And shed some more fur! |
Christmas Carols
One night Freda went carol singing.
She knocked on the door of a house and began to sing. A man with a violin in his hand came to the door
Within half a minute tears were streaming down his face! Freda went on singing for half an hour, every carol she knew - and some she didn't.
As last she stopped.
'I understand,' she said softly. 'You are remembering your happy childhood Christmas days. You're a sentimentalist!'
'No,' he snivelled. 'I'm a musician!'
The Christmas Fairies
Once upon a time, in the Christmas Tree Forest there lived the Christmas fairies. They spent most of their time practising sitting on top of the Christmas trees. There was just one rule they had to stick to... it was strictly forbidden for a fairy to kiss anyone!
The trouble was that Floella was a wicked little fairy.
One day Harry the Hare was hopping through the forest when he saw Floella sitting on top of a toadstool, combing her hair. Floella said, 'Hello, handsome, give us a kiss!'
Harry the Hare was shocked. 'Father Christmas doesn't allow it!' he gasped. 'Anyone caught kissing a fairy will be turned straight away into Goon!'
But Floella tickled his ears - just the way hares love and whispered, 'Don't worry, we won't get caught!'
Harry the Hare trembled with fear and excitement. He looked carefully over his furry brown shoulder, saw that no-one was looking... and kissed Floella the fairy!
Suddenly there was a FLASH, a CRASH and a mighty WHOOSH!!! of wind. Through the magic of the Christmas Tree Forest Harry the Hare found himself in the court of Father Christmas!
And Father Christmas was furious! 'Harry the Hare! You have been found guilty of kissing a forest fairy! Have you anything to say?'
'I never meant to!' Harry the Hare snivelled. 'If you let me off I promise I'll never do it again... just please, please!!! PLEASE!!! don't turn me into a Goon!'
Father Christmas took pity on the pathetic creature and said, 'I'll give you one more chance...just one more!'
Suddenly there was a FLASH, a CRASH and a mighty WHOOSH!! of wind. Harry the Hare found himself back in the forest. And there, combing her hair on a toadstool was Floella the Fairy.
'Hiya, handsome,' she whispered. 'Give us a kiss!'
Harry the Hare
was horrified! Certainly not!' he cried. But when she tickled his ears his legs
turned to jelly and he started to tremble.
'Oooh! No! I'll be turned into a Goon!
'For one little kiss from me it's worth it!' Floella murmured.
And Harry the Hare gave in. He kissed the fairy.
Suddenly there was a FLASH, a CRASH and a mighty WHOOSH!!! of wind. Once again Harry the Hare found himself in front of the furious Father Christmas!
'You fooish hare!' Father Christmas roared. 'You have had your chance! Guards! Take him away - turn him into a Goon tomorrow!'
Harry the Hare
hung his head and let himself be led away. As he reached the door of the court
he turned to all the gnomes and forest creatures and said tearfully...
'Ah, well, that's life! Hare today...and Goon tomorrow!'
Chistmas String
One Christmas Eve, when all the presents had been wrapped, there were just three pieces of string left.
'You know, we'll
probably just be thrown on the fire,' String No.1 said.
'Or in the bin!' String No 2 moaned.
'We can't have that!' String No 3 cried.
'So what can we do?' the other two pieces asked.
'Let's go out for a meal!' String No 3 suggested.
And off they wwent down to the 'Greasy Penguin Cafe. It was packed with
Christmas revellers. String No 1 said, 'Right, lads, what'll we eat?'
'I'd like some tomato soup,' said String No 2.
'And how about stuffed turkey to follow...and we could have Christmas pudding
for afters,' said String No 3.
String No 1 went to the counter and said, 'Three tomato soups, three stuffed turkeys and three Christmas puddings, my good man!'
The waiter took one look at him and said, 'push off, shorty. I don't serve pieces of string....and you're just a piece of string!'
String No 1 went
back to the others. 'He refused to serve me!'
String No 2 asked, 'Did you say 'please'?'
'No' admitted String No 1.
'Then let me try!'
String No 2 went to the bar and said, 'Three tomato soups, three stuffed turkeys
and three Christmas puddings, please.'
But the waiter replied, 'push off, shorty. I don't serve pieces of string.....and you're just a piece of string!'
String No 2 went back to the others to report his failure. 'Here, lads, let me try,' String No 3 offered. But, before he went to the bar he tied a knot in the top of his head and fluffed the end out till he looked like a piece of punk string.
He went up to the bar. 'Three tomato soups, three stuffed turkeys and three Christmas puddings, please!'
The waiter looked at him and sighed. 'Push offl shorty. I don't serve pieces of string....and you're just a piece of string!'
And string no 3 replied 'No. i'm a frayed knot!'
Does Santa exist
As a result of an
overwhelming lack of requests, and with research help from that renown
scientific journal - I am pleased to present the annual scientific inquiry into
Santa Claus.
1)No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living
organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs,
this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer which only Santa has ever
seen.
2)There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT since Santa
doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and Buddhist children, that
reduces the workload to 15% of the total - 378 million according to Population
Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household,
that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there's at least one good child in each.
3)Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time
zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which
seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits per second. This is to say that
for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/1000th of a second
to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings,
distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been
left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next
house.
Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the
earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our
calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .78 miles per household,
a total trip of 75-1/2 million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us
must do at least once every 31 hours, plus feeding and etc.
This means that Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3,000 times
the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man- made vehicle on
earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second - a
conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour.
4)The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each
child gets nothing more than a medium-sized lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh is
carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as
overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds.
Even granting that "flying reindeer" (see point #1) could pull TEN
TIMES the normal amount, we cannot do the job with eight, or even nine. We need
214,200 reindeer. This increases the payload - not even counting the weight of
the sleigh - - to 353,430 tons. Again, for comparison - this is four times the
weight of the Queen Elizabeth.
5)353,000 tons travelling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air
resistance - this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecraft's
re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3
QUINTILLION joules of energy. Per second.
Each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the
reindeer behind them, and create deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire
reindeer team will be valorised within 4.26 thousandths of a second. Santa,
meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than
gravity.
A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of
his sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force.
Mmmm... but remember kids, when you stop believing in Santa is when you start
getting clothes for Christmas...
Microsoft buys Christmas
NORTH POLE -
Microsoft announced an agreement with Santa Claus Industries to acquire
Christmas at a press conference held via satellite from Santa's summer estate
somewhere in the southern hemisphere. In the deal, Microsoft would gain
exclusive rights to Christmas, Reindeer, and other unspecified inventions. In
addition, Microsoft will gain access to millions of households through the Santa
Sleigh.
The announcement also included a notice that beginning Jan 1, 2000, Christmas
and the Reindeer names would be copyrighted by Microsoft. This unprecedented
move was facilitated by the recently acquired MS Court.
Microsoft stated its commitment to "all who have made Christmas
great," and vowed to "make licensing of the Christmas and Reindeer
names available to all." It is believed that the guidelines for licensing
these names, due before Halloween, will be very strict.
When asked "Why buy Christmas?" Bill Gates replied "Microsoft has
been working on a more efficient delivery mechanism for all of our products for
some time, but recognised that the Santa Sleigh has some immediate benefits.
We'll use it first for the release of our new Office suite and Windows NT
V.5.0."
In a multimedia extravaganza, the attendees were shown a seemingly endless video
stream of products that make up the deal. It ended with a green and red version
of the Microsoft logo, and a new Christmas trademark, leading into the
announcement of the first product from the deal.
Vixen, the new Director of Holidays and Celebrations said, "The first step
is to assimilate Christmas within the Microsoft organisation. This will take
some time, so don't expect any changes this year." She continued, "our
big plans are for next year, when we release Christmas 2000. It will be bigger
and better than last year." She further elaborated that "Windows users
who sign up with MSN will get sneak previews of Christmas[2000] as early as
November first."
Christmas 2000 is scheduled for release in December of 2000, though one unnamed
source said that it is dangerously close to the end of the year and may slip
into the first half of 2001. An economist at Goldman Sachs explained that a slip
would be catastrophic to next year's economy and the nation's tax revenue,
possibly requiring the IRS to move the deadline for filing income tax returns to
three months after Christmas, whenever that was. "But it could be good in
the long term," he explained. "With Microsoft controlling Christmas,
we may see it move to May or June, which are much slower months for retailers.
This may serve to even out the economy over the year."
When asked if other holidays are being considered, Mr. Gates explained that
"Christmas is the flagship of holidays, so we wanted to start there. Not
all holidays are available for sale, and the regaining will have to show a good
long term business," suggesting that holidays with a short history may not
be in the plans.
Though specific terms of the agreement were withheld pending final FTC approval,
a Santa official confirmed that the deal was "sizeable, even for a man of
Santa's stature." Some analysts think that Santa has saturated the Holiday
market, and is looking for a means to expand his business to year 'round
products and services. Others contend that the Jolly Red Man is looking to
retire in Redmond.
The Rudolph Song
Once upon a time there was a king in Lapland called Rudolph. He had bright ginger hair so his people called him Rudolph the Red.
Now Rudolph the Red was bad-tempered and argued a lot. He gave his poor wife, Gertrude the Green, a terrible time. No matter what she said he had to argue.
One winter's day Gertrude the Green looked out of the palace window and said, 'Oh dear, it's snowing again. You'll have to clear the footpath before mother comes to tea.'
'Humph!' Rudolph the Red grunted. He didn't fancy shifting snow and he didn't want Gertrude the Green's mother coming to tea.
'That's not snow.
It's rain!' he argued.
'But it's white and fluffy and drifting,' Gertrude the Green tried to tell him.
Rudolph the Red hid behind his newspaper and snapped, 'It's rain!'
Gertrude the Green became quite angry. 'Gertrude the Green knows snow, darling!'
'Yes,' retorted her husband. 'And Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear!'
'What a great title for a song!' Gertrude the Green exclaimed.
The similarities between Santa and System Admins
1.
Santa is bearded, corpulent, and dresses funny.
2. When you ask Santa for something, the odds of receiving what you wanted are
infinitesimal.
3. Santa seldom answers your mail.
4. When you ask Santa where he gets all the stuff he's got, he says, "Elves
make it for me."
5. Santa doesn't care about your deadlines.
6. Your parents ascribed supernatural powers to Santa, but did all the work
themselves.
7. Nobody knows who Santa has to answer to for his actions.
8. Santa laughs entirely too much.
9.
Santa thinks nothing of breaking into your $HOME.
10. Only a lunatic says bad things about Santa in his presence.
'Twas the night before
Christmas And all through the house Not a creature was stirring, Not even a mouse. 'Cuzz the cat had pounced on him And tore him apart - Ate his mouse intestines And chewed up his heart. Kitty thought he heard sleighbells, Which made him take pause - He stopped daintily licking The blood from his claws. "Must be Santa," thought Kitty (That quite clever cat) 'Cuz nobody else climbs down The chimney like that. Indeed it was ol' Santa So jolly and fat With a huge load of presents And all for the cat! "Wow, the best Christmas ever!" Kitty thought with a purr, Then he coughed up a hairball And shed some more fur! |
What to give an optimist & pessimist
A
family had twin boys whose only resemblance to each other was their looks. If
one felt it was too hot, the other thought it was too cold. If one said the TV
was too loud, the other claimed the volume needed to be turned up. Opposite in
every way, one was an eternal optimist, the other a doom & gloom pessimist.
Just to see what would happen, on the twins' birthday their father loaded the
pessimist's room with every imaginable toy and game. The optimist's room he
loaded with horse manure.
That night the father passed by the pessimist's room and found him sitting amid
his new gifts crying bitterly.
"Why are you crying?" the father asked.
"Because my friends will be jealous, I'll have to read all these
instructions before I can do anything with this stuff, I'll constantly need
batteries, and my toys will eventually get broken." answered the pessimist
twin.
Passing the optimist twin's room, the father found him dancing for joy in the
pile of manure. "What are you so happy about?" he asked.
To which his optimist twin replied, "There's got to be a pony in here
somewhere!"
'Twas the night before
Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, except Papa's mouse. The computer was humming, the icons were hopping, As Papa did last minute Internet shopping. The stockings were hung by the modem with care In hope that St. Nicholas would bring new software. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of computer games danced in their heads. PageMaker for Billy, and Quicken for Dan, And Carmen Sandiego for Pamela Ann. The letters to Santa had been sent out by Mom, To santaclaus@toyshop.northpole.com - Which has now been re-routed to Washington State Because Santa's workshop has been bought by Bill Gates. All the elves and reindeer have had to skedaddle To flashy new quarters in suburban Seattle. After centuries of a life that was simple and spare, St. Nicholas is suddenly a new billionaire, With a shiny red Porsche in the place of his sleigh, And a house on Lake Washington that's just down the way From where Bill has his mansion. The old fellow preens In black Gucci boots and red Calvin Klein jeans. The elves have stock options and desks with a view, Where they write computer code for Johnny and Sue. No more dolls or toy soldiers or little toy drums (ahem - pardon me) No more dolls or tin soldiers or little toy drums Will be under the tree, only compact disk ROMS With the Microsoft label. So spin up your drive, From now on Christmas runs only on Win95. More rapid than eagles the competitors came, And Bill whistled, and shouted, and called them by name. "Now, ADOBE! Now, CLARIS! Now, INTUIT! too, Now, APPLE! and NETSCAPE! you are all of you through, It is Microsoft's SANTA that the kids can't resist, It's the ultimate software with a traditional twist - Recommended by no less than the jolly old elf, And on the package, a picture of Santa himself. Get 'em young, keep 'em long, is Microsoft's scheme, And a merger with Santa is a marketer's dream. To the top of the NASDAQ! to the top of the Dow! Now dash away! dash away! dash away - wow!" And Mama in her 'kerchief and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, The whir and the hum of our satellite platter, As it turned toward that new Christmas star in the sky, The SANTALITE owned by the Microsoft guy. As I sprang from my bed and was turning around, My computer turned on with a Jingle-Bells sound. And there on the screen was a smiling Bill Gates Next to jolly old Santa, two arm-in-arm mates. And I heard them exclaim in voice so bright, Have a Microsoft Christmas, and to all a good night. |
'Twas da night befo'
Christmas and all in the hood, Not a homie was stirring cuz it was all
good. The tube socks was hung on the window sill and we all had smiles up on our grill. Mookie and BeBe was snug in the crib in the back bedroom, cuz that's how we live. And Moms in her do-rag and me with my nine, had just gotten busy cuz girlfriend is fine. All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by, Bumpin' phat beats cuz the system's fly. I bounced to the window at a quarter pas' 'Bout ready to pop a cap in somebody's ass! well anyway.... I yelled to my lady, Yo peep this! She said, Stop frontin' & just mind yo' bidness. I said, for real doe, come check dis out. We weren't even buggin', no worries, no doubt. Cuz bumpin' an thumpin' from around da way Was Santa, 8 reindeer and a sleigh. Da beats was kickin', da ride was phat I said, "Yo red Dawg, you all that!" He threw up a sign and yelled to his boyz, "Ay yo, give it up, let's make some noise!" To the top of the projects & across the strip mall, We gots ta go, I got a booty call!" He pulled up his ride on the top a da roof, and sippin' on a 40, he busted a move. I yelled up to Santa, "Yo ain't got no stack!" he said, "Damn homie, deese projects is wack! But don't worry black, cuz I gots da skillz I learnt back when I hadda pay da billz." Out from his bag he pulled 3 small tings a credit card, a knife, and a bobby pin. He slid down the fire exscape smoove as a cat, and busted the window wit' a b-ball bat. I said, "Whassup, Santa? Whydya bust my place?" he said,"You best get on up out my face!" His threads was all leatha, his chains was all gold, His sneaks was Puma and they was 5 years old. He dropped down the duffle, Bulls logo on the side. Santa broke out da loot and my mouf popped open wide. A wink of his eye and a shine off his gold toof, He cabbage patched his way back onto the roof He jumped in his hooptie wit' rims made of chrome, To tap that big booty waitin' at home. And all I heard as he cruised outta sight, was a loud and hearty..... "WEEESST SIIIIDE!!!!!!!" |
2 Cold Street North Pole, Canada H0H 0H0 I have been watching you very closely to see if you have been good this year, and since you have, I will be telling my elves to make some goodies for me to leave under your tree at Christmas. I was going to bring you all the gifts from "The Twelve Days of Christmas", but we had a little problem up here. The twelve fiddlers fiddling, have all come down with "VD" from fiddling with the ten ladies dancing. The eleven lords a leaping have knocked up the eight maids a milking, and the nine pipers playing, have been arrested for doing weird things to the seven swans a swimming. The six geese a laying, four calling birds, three french hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree, have me up to my butt in bird crap. On top of all this, Mrs. Claus is going through menopause, eight of my reindeer are in heat, the elves have joined Gay Liberation, and those dumbass Newfoundlanders have re-scheduled Christmas for the 5th of February. Sincerely, Santa |
"Twas the week before
Christmas and those sly little elves, Our congressmen, labored to better themselves. They cared not a whit what the public might think "Let them eat cake," some said with a wink. And putting their thumbs to the tip of their nose, they waved as they shouted "Anything goes!" They scoffed at the thought that we might object, to a tax cut for the wealthy of a posh percent. They've got prerequisites-franking, per diem, and more -- bargain-priced haircuts and gyms (three or four!) Paid speaking engagements and meals on the cuff, celebrity status -- (they've sure got it tough!), Yet they claim they're in touch with the man on the street, as John Q. Public struggles to make both ends meet. If all workers decided what they were due, they'd be getting those fat paychecks too! But while we take cutbacks or raises quite small, and one out of 20 has no job at all, our millionaire Congress decides on the budget land trimming Medicare and Medicaid will do it, they say. In this season for giving, our Congress is taking. We've had it with them and our backs are breaking. With hard times, disasters, and layoffs on our dockets, we bit the bullet and they fill their pockets! Oh jobless, oh homeless, oh desperate and needy - dare anyone say our Congress is greedy? If in this feeling I'm not alone, take up your pen or pick up your phone. As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, let the road of your anger mount to the sky. Indignant, outraged, appalled and beset let your congressman know that you won't forget! When election times comes -- and certain it will -- you're voting him out for passing that bill. More rapid than eagles, their elections assured they toasted each other and laughed at the herd. And I heard them exclaim with adjournment at hand, "Merry Christmas to us, and the public be damned! |
You Know You've Had Too
Much Holiday Cheer When.... 1. You notice your tie sticking out of your fly. 2. Someone uses your tongue for a coaster. 3. You start kissing the portraits on the wall. 4. You see your underwear hanging from the chandelier. 5. You have to hold on to the floor to keep from sliding off. 6. You strike a match and light your nose. 7. You take off your shoes and wade in the potato salad. 8. You hear someone say, "Call a priest!" 9. You hear a duck quacking and it's you. 10. You complain about the small bathroom after emerging from the closet. 11. You refill your glass from the fish bowl. 12. You tell everyone you have to go home... and the party's at your place. 13. You ask for another ice cube and put it in your pocket. 14. You yawn at the biggest bore in the room... and realize you're in front of the hall mirror. 15. You pick up a roll, and butter your watch. 16. You suggest everyone stand and sing the national budget. 18. You're at the dinner table and you ask the hostess to pass a bedpan. 19. You take out your handkerchief and blow your ear. 20. You tell your best joke to the rubber plant. 21. You realize you're the only one under the coffee table |
To: All Employees From: Management Subject: Office conduct during the Christmas season Effective immediately, employees should keep in mind the following guidelines in compliance with FROLIC (the Federal Revelry Office and Leisure Industry Council). 1. Running aluminum foil through the paper shredder to make tinsel is discouraged. 2. Playing Jingle Bells on the push-button phone is forbidden (it runs up an incredible long distance bill) 3. Work requests are not to be filed under "Bah humbug." 4. Company cars are not to be used to go over the river and through the woods to Grandma's house. 5. All fruitcake is to be eaten BEFORE July 25. 6. Egg nog will NOT be dispensed in vending machines. In spite of all this, the staff is encouraged to have a Happy Holiday. |
Office Holiday Memo
To: All Employees From: Management Subject: Office conduct during the Christmas season Effective immediately, employees should keep in mind the following guidelines in compliance with FROLIC (the Federal Revelry Office and Leisure Industry Council). 1. Running aluminum foil through the paper shredder to make tinsel is discouraged. 2. Playing Jingle Bells on the push-button phone is forbidden (it runs up an incredible long distance bill) 3. Work requests are not to be filed under "Bah humbug." 4. Company cars are not to be used to go over the river and through the woods to Grandma's house. 5. All fruitcake is to be eaten BEFORE July 25. 6. Egg nog will NOT be dispensed in vending machines. In spite of all this, the staff is encouraged to have a Happy Holiday. |
What beats his
chest and swings from Christmas cake to Christmas cake Tarzipan ! |
Mum, Can I have a
dog for Christmas
? No you can have turkey like everyone else ! |
What did the
eskimos sing when they got there Christmas dinner ? "Whalemeat again, don't know where, don't know when " ! |
What did the big
cracker say to the little cracker ? My pop is bigger than yours ! |
Who is never
hungry at Christmas ? The turkey - he's always stuffed ! |
What bird has
wings but cannot fly ? Roast turkey ! |
Whats the best
thing to put into a Christmas cake ? Your teeth ! |
We had grandma for
Christmas dinner ? Really, we had turkey ! |
Whats happens if
you eat the Christmas decorations ? You get tinsel-itus ! |
What do vampires
put on their turkey at Christmas ? Grave-y ! |
12 Days of Christmas - A Cat's Rendition
On the twelfth day of Christmas my human gave to me:
Twelve bags of catnip!
Eleven tarter Pounce treats,
Ten ornaments hanging,
Nine wads of Kleenex,
Eight peacock feathers,
Seven stolen Q-tips,
Six feathered balls,
Five MILK JUG RINGS!
Four munchy house plants,
Three running faucets,
Two fuzzy mousies,
And a hamste-e-er in a plastic ball!!
CORPORATE MEMO
To: All Staff
Date: December 1
Subject: New "Twelve Days of Christmas" Policy
The recent announcement that Donner and Blitzen have elected to take the early
reindeer retirement package has triggered a good deal of concern about whether
they will be replaced, and about other restructuring decisions at the North
Pole.
Streamlining is due to the North Pole's loss of dominance in the season's gift distribution business. Home Shopping TV channels and mail order catalogues have diminished Santa's market share. He and the Board could not sit idly by and permit further erosion of the profit picture.
The reindeer downsizing was made possible through purchase of a late model Japanese sled for the CEO's annual trip. Improved productivity from Dasher and Dancer, who summered at the Harvard Business School, is anticipated. Reduction in the reindeer will also lessen airborne environmental emissions for which the North Pole has received unfavorable press (gas and solid waste).
We're pleased to inform you that Rudolph's role will not be disturbed. Tradition still counts for something at the North Pole!
Management denies, in the strongest possible language, the earlier leak that Rudolph's nose get red, not from the cold, but from substance abuse. Calling Rudolph "a lush who was into the sauce and never did pull his share of the load" was an unfortunate comment, made by one of Santa's helpers and taken out of context at a time of the year when they are known to be under 'executive stress'.
As for further restructuring, today's global challenges require the North Pole to continue to look for better, more competitive steps. Effective immediately, the following economy measures are to take place in the "Twelve Days of Christmas" music subsidiary:
1) The partridge will be retained, but the pear tree, which never produced the cash crop forecasted, will be replaced by a plastic hanging plant, providing considerable savings in maintenance;
2) Two turtle doves represent a redundancy that is simply not cost effective. In addition, their romance during working hours could not be condoned. The positions are, therefore, eliminated;
3) The three French hens will remain intact. After all, everyone loves the French;
4) The four calling birds will be replaced by an automated voice mail system, with a call waiting option. An analysis is underway to determine who the birds have been calling, how often and how long they talked;
5) The five golden rings have been put on hold by the Board of Directors. Maintaining a portfolio based on one commodity could have negative implications for institutional investors. Diversification into other precious metals, as well as a mix of T-Bills and high technology stocks, appear to be in order;
6) The six geese-a-laying constitutes a luxury which can no longer be afforded. It has long been felt that the production rate of one egg per goose per day was an example of the general decline in productivity. Three geese will be let go, and an upgrading in the selection procedure by personnel will assure management that, from now on, every goose it gets will be a good one;
7) The seven swans-a-swimming is obviously a number chosen in better times. The function is primarily decorative. Mechanical swans are on order. The current swans will be retrained to learn some new strokes, thereby enhancing their outplacement;
8) As you know, the eight maids-a-milking concept has been under heavy scrutiny by the EEOC. A male/female balance in the workforce is being sought. The more militant maids consider this a dead-end job with no upward mobility. Automation of the process may permit the maids to try a-mending, a-mentoring or a-mulching;
9) Nine ladies dancing has always been an odd number. This function will be phased out as these individuals grow older and can no longer do the steps;
10) Ten Lords-a-leaping is overkill. The high cost of Lords, plus the expense of international air travel, prompted the Compensation Committee to suggest replacing this group with ten out-of-work congressmen. While leaping ability may be somewhat sacrificed, the savings are significant as we expect an oversupply of unemployed congressmen this year;
11) Eleven pipers piping and twelve drummers drumming is a simple case of the band getting too big. A substitution with a string quartet, a cutback on new music, and no uniforms, will produce savings which will drop right to the bottom line;
Overall we can expect a substantial reduction in assorted people, fowl, animals and related expenses. Though incomplete, studies indicate that stretching deliveries over twelve days is inefficient. If we can drop ship in one day, service levels will be improved.
Regarding the lawsuit filed by the attorney's association seeking expansion to include the legal profession ("thirteen lawyers-a-suing"), a decision is pending.
Deeper cuts may be necessary in the future to remain competitive. Should that
happen, the Board will request management to scrutinize the Snow White Division
to see if seven dwarfs is the right number.
Happy Holidays all!!
You reuse last year's Christmas cards and send them out under your own name. (5 points)
You steal light bulbs from you neighbor's outdoor display to replenish your own supply. (5 points, 10 if neighbor's whole light sets or lighted Santa goes out)
You have dressed a dog or cat as Santa Claus, elf helper, or reindeer. (10 points for each; if you dressed an endangered species, 5 extra points)
You put out last year's stale candy canes for children. (1 point for each piece of sticky candy). If you put out a chocolate or marzipan Santa also, add 10 points.
You enclose a shoddy and inferior gift from Target, Walmart, or K-Mart in a Bloomingdale's or other prestige box to impress your friends. (5 points for each infraction).
You make collect long distance phone calls to your family on Christmas day. (5 points, 10 if from a cell phone), claiming you are stuck in a phone booth.
At the office Christmas party, you horde huge stockpiles of goodies for later consumption at home. (5 points; 15 points if you use this stuff for your own party)
You steal the wreath from a parked car to use on your own [Southern California only, others ignore]. (5 points -- nobody but Angelenos are dumb enough to dress a car)
After an invitation to a friend's house, you bring a commercially produced fruitcake and try to pass it off as home made. (5 points; 15 points if the fruitcake is from last year).
Any stealing from the Toys-for-Tots collection bins is a definite no-no. (20 points)
Evaluate your score on the "Grinch Scale" from 20 to 100.20-30: You are just a cheeseball.
30-50: You are an apprentice in Yuletide larceny and are probably wanted by the police for overdue parking tickets.
50-100: Grinch, move over. The Meyer Lansky of Christmas crime has arrived.
Johnny raised his hand and said, "He's in heaven." Mary was called on and answered, "He's in my heart." and Robert, waving his hand furiously, blurted out, "I know! I know! He's in our bathroom!!!"
The whole class got very quiet, looked at the teacher, and waited for a
response.
The teacher was completely at a loss for a few very long seconds. He finally
gathered his wits and asked Robert how he knew this. and Robert said,
"Well.....every morning my father gets up, bangs on the bathroom
door, and yells 'Jesus Christ, are you still in there?'!"
She says "Santa, how about giving me a special present. I know you'd like to come into my bedroom."
Santa responds "Ho! Ho! Ho! Gotta go. Gotta go. Gotta deliver all these toys to the children you know."
The lovely young thing peels off her robe, revealing a skimpy negligee. Santa looks up from his sack of gifts, and she says "I've got something special for you Santa. Can't you stay for just a little while? I know you want me. Let me make this Christmas eve unforgetable."
Santa responds "Ho! Ho! Ho! Gotta go. Gotta go. Gotta deliver all these toys to the children you know."
Not to be denied, she strips off the negligee, revealing her naughty bits, and they were quite nice naughty bits, I might add. And she says "Santa, this is your last chance. This body is your gift."
Santa responds "Hey! Hey! Hey! Gotta stay. Gotta Stay. Can't
get up the chimney with my dick this way!"
It was with particular urgency that little Wilbert dragged his mother to the toy department in a big Los Angeles department store. Mother quickly steered Wilbert into the line of children waiting to talk to Santa, but Wilbert was far more interested in the hobby horse.
As soon as his mother relaxed her vigilance for a moment, Wilbert vanished from the Santa Queue and began rocking back and forth on the hobby horse. His mother noticed his absence, and after a quick, frantic search, spotted him on the horse. She let him rock for a few minutes, then told him it was time to get off. Wilbert ignored her. She began to beg; Wilbert paid no attention. She began to make promises of sugarplums, etc., if only Wilbert would get off the hobby horse. He stuck his nasty little tongue out at her.
Then Santa himself, who had been watching this little family drama out of the corner of his eye, stepped over and said to Wilbert's mother, "Perhaps I can persuade your son to cooperate."
"I doubt that," said the mother, "but you're welcome to try."
Santa, with a big smile, whispered quietly into Wilbert's ear.
Wilbert's eyes grew very large, he quickly slid off the horse and took his mother's hand. Together, with no fuss, they left the store.
As they drove home, Mama asked Wilbert what Santa had whispered to him. Wilbert was silent. Mama began offering bribes (toys and German Chocolate cake) if Wilbert would only tell Mama what Santa's words were. Wilbert turned pale and wouldn't utter a word.
What had Santa said? Wilbert's mother was determined to find out. She had never been able to get the kid to obey that easily, and decided it was worth a great deal of effort on her part to discover what magick Santa Claus had used on Wilbert.
She continued to bribe him with a soft voice and much cajolery, and Wilbert's stubborn streak finally faded. What did Santa say?
Wilbert now answered: "He said, 'Listen, you little son of a bitch,
if you don't climb your ass the hell down off that horse right this second, I'm
going to beat the heck out of you!' "
Why the Little Angel is at the top of the Christmas Tree ...
On Christmas Eve Santa Claus was getting ready for his annual trip.
As he pulled his favorite pair of red pants on, they ripped. So, he had to
take them off and put on another pair, which was a bit too tight. He then
went to check on the rest of the preparations. The elves were on strike.
The reindeer had shin-splints. At this point, Santa was BUMMED. He
went into the kitchen to take a calming drink, and the bottle was EMPTY.
Now he was really mad. All of sudden, there was a knock at the door.
Santa, in his angry state, ignored it. There was another knock.
Santa was in no mood for all of this. When the knock came again, Santa--filled
with rage--threw open the door. Standing there was a little angel who
said, "Hi Santa! What do you want me to do with this Christmas
Tree?"
'Twas the Night After Christmas By Jeff Foxworthy
Twas the night after Christmas and all through the trailer, The beer had gone
flat and the pizza was staler. The tube socks hung empty, no candies or toys.
And I was camped out on my old Lay-Z-Boy. The kids they weren't talking to me or
my wife, The worst Christmas they said they had had in their lives. My wife
couldn't argue and neither could I, So I watched TV and my wife, she just cried.
When out in the yard the dog started barkin'. I stood up and looked and I saw
Sheriff Larkin. He yelled, "Roy I am sworn to uphold the laws And I got a
complaint here from a feller named Claus." I said, "Claus, I don't know nobody
named Claus, And you ain't taking me in without probable cause." Then the
Sheriff he said, "The man was shot at last night." I said, "That might have been
me, just what's he look like." The Sheriff replied, "Well he's a jolly old
feller, with a big beer gut belly, That shakes when he laughs like a bowl full
of jelly. He sports a long beard, and a nose like a cherry." I said, "Sheriff
that sounds like my wife's sister Sherri." "It's no time for jokes Roy" the
Sheriff he said. "The man I'm describing is dressed all in red. I'm here for the
truth now, it's time to come clean. Tell me what you've done, tell me what
you've seen." Well I started to lie then I thought what the hell, It wouldn't
have been the first time that I've spent New Years in jail. I said, "Sheriff it
happened last night about ten. I thought that my wife had been drinking again."
When she walked in from work she was as white as a ghost. I thought maybe she
had seen one of them UFO's. But she said that a bunch of deer had just flown
over her head, And stopped on the roof of our good neighbour Red. Well I ran
outside to look and the sight made me shudder, A freezer full of venison
standing right on Red's gutter. Well my hands were a shakin' as I grabbed my
gun. When outta Red's chimney this feller did run. And slung on his back was
this bag over flowin'. I thought he stolen Red's stuff while old Red was out
bowling'. So I yelled, "Drop fat boy, hands in the air!" But he went about his
business like he hadn't a care! So I popped off a warning shot over his head.
Well he dropped that bag and he jumped in that sled. And as he flew off I heard
him extort, "That's assault with intent Roy, I'll see ya in court."
Martha Stewart's Holiday To-Do List December
1 Blanch carcass from Thanksgiving turkey.
Spray paint gold, turn upside down and use as a sleigh to hold Christmas cards.
December 2 Have Mormon Tabernacle Choir record outgoing Christmas message for
answering machine. December 3 Using candlewick and hand-gilded miniature pine
cones, fashion a cat-o-nine-tails. Flog gardener. December 4 Repaint Sistine
Chapel ceiling in ecru, with mocha trim.
December 5 Get new eyeglasses. Grind lenses myself.
December 6 Fax family Christmas newsletter to Pulitzer committee for
consideration.
December 7 Debug Windows '98
December 10 Align carpets to adjust for curvature of Earth.
December 11 Lay Faberge egg.
December 12 Take dog apart. Disinfect. Reassemble.
December 13 Collect dentures. They make excellent pastry cutters, particularly
for decorative pie crusts. December 14 Install plumbing in gingerbread house.
December 15 Replace air in mini-van tires with Glade "Holiday Scents" in case
tires are shot out at mall. December 17 Child proof the Christmas tree with
garland of razor wire.
December 19 Adjust legs of chairs so each Christmas dinner guest will be the
same height when sitting at his or her assigned seat.
December 20 Dip sheep and cows in egg whites and roll in confectioner's sugar to
add a festive sparkle to the pasture.
December 21 Drain city reservoir; refill with mulled cider, orange slices and
cinnamon sticks.
December 22 Float votive candles in toilet tank.
December 23 Seed clouds for white Christmas.
December 24 Do my annual good deed. Go to several stores. Be seen engaged in
last minute Christmas shopping, thus making many people feel less inadequate
than they really are.
December 25 Bear son. Swaddle. Lay in color-coordinated manger scented with
homemade potpourri.
December 26 Organize spice racks by genus and phylum.
December 27 Build snowman in exact likeness of God.
December 31 New Year's Eve! Give staff their resolutions. Call a friend in each
time zone of the world as the clock strikes midnight in that country.
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Santa's Pickup Lines 10. Hey Babe, when was the last time you did it in a
sleigh? 9. Wanna see my 12-inch elf? 8. I`ve got something special in the sack
for you! 7. Ever make it with a fat guy with a whip? 6. I know when you`ve been
bad or good--so let`s skip the small talk, sister! 5. Some of my best toys run
on batteries... 4. Interested in seeing the "North Pole"? (Well, that`s what the
Mrs. calls it. 3. I see you when you`re sleeping--and you don`t wear any
underwear, do you? 2. Screw the "nice" list--I`ve got you on my "naughty" list!
1. Wanna join the "Mile High" club?
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Christmas Quickies When you stop believing in Santa Claus is when you start
getting clothes for Christmas.
It was Christmas and the judge was in a merry mood as he asked the prisoner,
"What are you charged with?" "Doing my Christmas shopping early," replied the
defendant. "That's no offense," said the judge. "How early were you doing this
shopping?" "Before the store opened," countered the prisoner.
T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house, Not a creature was
stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care.
They'd been worn all week and needed the air.