There is no Santa.

[User-E]

If there's no Santa - who are all these people?

 

[HOOHAS]

She belies in Santa.

 

[oldguyzer]

She belies in Santa.

Ho Ho Ho? :blush2:

 

[dina@mirage]

Don't be sad Dina! This was all just a goof. The truth is that the concept of Santa is a phenomenal, uplifting premise that instills a sense of selflessness and self-worth in all children, regardless of gender, race, color or creed. He teaches kids about the importance of giving, and preaches equality and unconditional love towards all those around us, in a effort to promote peace and goodwill to all the peoples of the earth all year round. I see the positive influence his words and values have on the behaviours of children every year, and through them, renews my faith in adults as fundamentally good as well.

I couldn't care less WHAT Santa looks like, period, as long as the story, traditions, and values associated with him are never lost to the advancing political correctness of modern civilizations. If this can be accomplished, I doubt if Santa himself would care if we poke fun at him from time to time!

:YMAPPLAUSE:

Okies thank you... Dina is not sad anymore :YMSMUG:

 

[Transient]

Not listening!

 

[peace]

Santa!Santa! Santa!

 

[Prick]

If there's no Santa - who are all these people?

Men.

 

[Transient]

I found 'em. A whole bunch of Santas!

 

[peace]

not real!

 

[peace]

no Asian??? WTF?

 

[papasmerf]

there is no Peace but there is a Santa

 

[peace]

I found them!

 

[peace]

:great:
ps. Thanks for letting me borrow your suit SANTA!

 

[papasmerf]

:great:
ps. Thanks for letting me borrow your suit SANTA!

Just dry clean and get it back to me by the 23rd

 

[peace]

Done

 

[Bubba]

I found them!

Peace, there ain't no skin showing.

Take a 5 minute penalty for boarding.

 

[papasmerf]

Virginia O'Hanlon, 115 West Ninety-fifth street.


Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except what they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

Editorial by Francis Pharcellus Church

 

[oldguyzer]

Virginia O'Hanlon, 115 West Ninety-fifth street.


Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except what they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

Editorial by Francis Pharcellus Church

Fairy tales! :-Cool/"

 

[papasmerf]

Fairy tales! :-Cool/"

Which breeds the wings of hope

Without them we are left with bob and all the ills he brings

 

[oldguyzer]

Which breeds the wings of hope

Without them we are left with bob and all the ills he brings

Watch it! You'll piss off a Mod :-Cool/"