Why Is Santa So Fat?
A mounded plate of goodies, along with a glass of milk, are left on the fireplace mantle supposedly for the nourishment that is required for Santa to finish his appointed rounds.
And round is what he gets, averaging a net gain of 21 pounds per sleigh ride! Then for him it is fasting, diet, and the treadmill, with his wife, griping and yipping all year long, sounding like a kennel full of Chihuahuas.
By the time the next Christmas Eve rolls around, he is back to his jovial self, over-weight by a mere 75 pounds more than his cardiologist and he himself would like him to be.
But be that as it may, according to the most recent survey including all age groups, 98.
2% of both men and women proudly state that they, at one time or another have loved him just as he is and believed in his powers.
And have heard sleigh bells and/or the prancing of hooves on their roof.
And have left milk and cookies for him.
And then there is the more beautiful side to the Christmas Season, the true reason for the season - the remembrance of the birth of the Christ Child.
There has been a lot of argument about the actual day or even the season or the year that the most significant event ever did occur.
To me, it matters little, but what is important is the fact that it did indeed happen as the Bible and history did record.
It is an undisputed fact: the birth, life, death, and resurrection of our Savior Jesus Christ.
The Fairchild High School choirs yearly gave a winter theme concert on the last Friday before the Christmas Season break.
It was held in the gymnasium and was well attended, even more so than the Purple Dragon basketball games.
Much of the musical fare was the traditional one of snowmen and snowflakes, silver bells and sleigh bells, Christmas lights and mistletoe, and so on and so forth.
Almost all the singing in the early part of the program was filled with nostalgia as these renditions of the past brought forth an inner glow.
But the best was yet to come for the strains of Oh, Holy Night filled the air, and when you thought nothing could be better, the audience was asked to join in the singing of Silent Night, Holy Night.
A thunderous ovation of whistling, shouting, and clapping gave the approval of each and every one there.
It was truly a time to remember, and the best part was that it got better with each subsequent year.
And round is what he gets, averaging a net gain of 21 pounds per sleigh ride! Then for him it is fasting, diet, and the treadmill, with his wife, griping and yipping all year long, sounding like a kennel full of Chihuahuas.
By the time the next Christmas Eve rolls around, he is back to his jovial self, over-weight by a mere 75 pounds more than his cardiologist and he himself would like him to be.
But be that as it may, according to the most recent survey including all age groups, 98.
2% of both men and women proudly state that they, at one time or another have loved him just as he is and believed in his powers.
And have heard sleigh bells and/or the prancing of hooves on their roof.
And have left milk and cookies for him.
And then there is the more beautiful side to the Christmas Season, the true reason for the season - the remembrance of the birth of the Christ Child.
There has been a lot of argument about the actual day or even the season or the year that the most significant event ever did occur.
To me, it matters little, but what is important is the fact that it did indeed happen as the Bible and history did record.
It is an undisputed fact: the birth, life, death, and resurrection of our Savior Jesus Christ.
The Fairchild High School choirs yearly gave a winter theme concert on the last Friday before the Christmas Season break.
It was held in the gymnasium and was well attended, even more so than the Purple Dragon basketball games.
Much of the musical fare was the traditional one of snowmen and snowflakes, silver bells and sleigh bells, Christmas lights and mistletoe, and so on and so forth.
Almost all the singing in the early part of the program was filled with nostalgia as these renditions of the past brought forth an inner glow.
But the best was yet to come for the strains of Oh, Holy Night filled the air, and when you thought nothing could be better, the audience was asked to join in the singing of Silent Night, Holy Night.
A thunderous ovation of whistling, shouting, and clapping gave the approval of each and every one there.
It was truly a time to remember, and the best part was that it got better with each subsequent year.
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