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As a result of an overwhelming lack of requests, and with research help from that renowned scientific journal SPY magazine (January, 1990) – 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 purpose of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about 0.78 miles per household, a total trip of 75.5 million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours, plus feeding and so forth. This means that Santa’s sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3000 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 traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance – this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecraft reentering 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!

‘Twas the night before Christmas and Santa’s a wreck…

How to live in a world that’s politically correct?

His workers no longer would answer to “Elves,”

“Vertically Challenged” they were calling themselves.

And labor conditions at the North Pole

Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.

Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,

Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.

And equal employment had made it quite clear

That Santa had better not use just reindeer.

So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,

Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!

The runners had been removed from his sleigh;

The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A.

And people had started to call for the cops

When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops.

Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite

frightened. His fur trimmed red suit was called

“Unenlightened.”

And to show you the strangeness of life’s ebbs and flows,

Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose And had

gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation, Demanding millions

in over-due compensation.

So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,

Who suddenly said she’d enough of this life,

Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz,

Demanding from now on her title was Ms.

And as for the gifts, why, he’d ne’er had a notion

That making a choice could cause so much commotion.

Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,

Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her.

Nothing that might be construed to pollute.

Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot.

Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.

Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys.

Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.

Nothing that’s warlike or non-pacific.

No candy or sweets…they were bad for the tooth.

Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.

And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,

Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.

For they raised the hackles of those psychological

Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.

No baseball, no football…someone could get hurt;

Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.

Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe;

And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.

So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed;

He just could not figure out what to do next.

He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,

But you’ve got to be careful with that word today.

His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;

Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.

Something special was needed, a gift that he might

Give to all without angering left or the right.

A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,

Each group of people, every religion;

Every ethnicity, every differing hue,

Everyone, everywhere…why even you.

So here is that gift, it’s price beyond worth…

“May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on Earth.”

(If that fits your plans and national agenda…)

Top 16 Passover Pickup Lines
16. Let’s play ‘bury the shank bone’.
15. Gefilte fish jelly makes great lubrication.
14. I hear that horseradish is an aphrodisiac.
13. Have you ever done it on a seder plate?
12. Maybe when Elijah comes, we can make it a threesome.
11. Let’s make this night really different from all others nights.
10. Want to wander through my desert?
9. Nice Hagadah!!!
8. What’s a girl like you doing at a seder like this?
7. Rabeinu, Moshe Rabeinu. OO7!
6. Would you like to play with my matzah balls?
5. Can I part your Red Sea?
4. There’s no law against leavened _______!!!
3. I’ve got a Ramses in my pockets that wants to put you back into slavery!
2. May I climb your Mt. Sinai’s?
AND THE NUMBER ONE PASSOVER PICKUP LINE….
1. Wanna look for MY afeikomen?

Things that sound dirty at Thanksgiving but really aren’t:

Reach in and grab the giblets.

Whew… that’s one terrific spread!

I’m in the mood for a little dark meat.

Tying the legs together will keep the inside moist.

Talk about a huge breast!

”And he forces his way into the end zone.”

She’s 5000 pounds fully inflated and it takes 15 men to hold her down.

It’s cool whip time!

If I don’t unbuckle my pants, I’m going to burst.

It must be broken ’cause when I push on the tip, nothing squirts out.

12> Friggin’ sunglasses keep falling off your neck.

11> “Bad hair days” replaced by much scarier “bad jugular” days.

10> Always get disqualified for missing the first jump in the steeple chase.

9> Headless sex.

8> Cognitive thought with just a spinal cord is like trying to… trying to… DAMMIT!

7> Rectal bong hits just not the same.

6> That doofus in wardrobe uses a staple gun to keep your cape in place.

5> Forced to list your height as 5’2″ on your driver’s license.

4> The subtle joy of picking your nose while driving is gone forever.

3> Have to sneeze through your ass.

2> Hard to achieve that Limp Bizkit look with your red Yankees cap wedged in your armpit.

1> When you wear a party hat, you just look like a dork.

[ The Top 5 List www.topfive.com ] [ Copyright 1999 by Chris White ]

After being away on business for a week before Christmas, Tom thought it would be nice to bring his wife a little gift.”How about some perfume?” he asked the cosmetics clerk. She showed him a bottle costing $50.”That’s a bit much,” said Tom, so she returned with a smaller bottle for $30.”Thats still quite a bit,” Tom groused.Growing disgusted, the clerk brought out a tiny $15 bottle.Tom grew agitated, “What I mean,” he said, “is I’d like to see something real cheap.”So the clerk handed him a mirror.

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas: Microsoft Version

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 [email protected]
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 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.

A young man wanted to purchase a gift for his new sweetheart’s birthday, and as they had not been dating very long, after careful consideration, he decided a pair of gloves would strike the right note: romantic, but not too personal. Accompanied by his sweetheart’s younger sister, he went to Nordstrom and bought a pair of white gloves. The sister purchased a pair of panties for herself.

During the wrapping, the clerk mixed up the items and the sister got the gloves and the sweetheart got the panties. Without checking the contents, the young man sealed the package and sent it to his sweetheart with the following note:

“I chose these because I noticed that you are not in the habit of wearing any when we go out in the evening. If it had not been for your sister, I would have chosen the long ones with the buttons, but she wears short ones that are easier to remove. “These are a delicate shade, but the lady I bought them from showed me the pair she had been wearing for the past three weeks and they were hardly soiled. I had her try yours on for me and she looked really smart. “I wish I was there to put them on for you the first time, as no doubt other hands will come in contact with them before I have a chance to see you again. “When you take them off, remember to blow in them before putting them away as they will naturally be a little damp from wearing. “Just think how many times I will kiss them during the coming year. I hope you will wear them for me on Friday night.

All my love.

“P.S. The latest style is to wear them folded down with a little fur showing.”

Why does Santa say ho ho ho?

Because those are all the people he slept with the night before!

* “Whew, that’s one terrific spread!”
* “I’m in the mood for a little dark meat.”

* “Tying the legs together keeps the inside moist.”

* “Talk about a huge breast!”

* “It’s Cool Whip time!”

* “If I don’t undo my pants, I’ll burst!”

* “Are you ready for seconds yet?”

* “Are you going to come again next Year?”

* “It’s a little dry, do you still want to eat it?”

* “Just wait your turn, you’ll get some!”

* “Don’t play with your meat.”

* “Just spread the legs open & stuff it in.”

* “Do you think you’ll be able to handle all these people at once?”

* “I didn’t expect everyone to come at once!”

* “You still have a little bit on your chin.”

* “Use a nice smooth stroke when you whip it.”

* “How long will it take after you stick it in?”

* “You’ll know it’s ready when it pops up.”

* “Wow, I didn’t think I could handle all of that!”

* “How many are coming?”

* “That’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen!”

* “Just lay back & take it easy…I’ll do the rest.”

* “How long do I beat it before it’s ready?”

1. Claim you were a Christmas tree in your former life. If s/he tries to bring one into the room, scream bloddy murder and thrash on the floor.

2.Go to the mall with your roommate and sit on Santa’s lap. Refuse to get off.

3. Wear a Santa suit all the time. Deny you’re wearing it.

4. Sit in a corner in the fetal position rocking back and forth chanting, “Santa Claus is coming to town, Santa Claus is coming to town…”

5. Hang mistle-toe in the doorway. When your roommate enters or leaves the room, plant a wet one on his/her lips.

6. Hang a stocking with your roommate’s name on it. Collect coal and sharp objects in it. If s/he asks, say “you’ve been very naughty this year.”

7. Paint your nose red and wear antlers. Constantly complain about how you never get to join in on the reindeer games.

8. Make conversation out of Christmas Carols. (I.E. “You know, I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus underneath the mistle-toe last night.”)

9. Wrap yourself in Christmas lights and roll around in the snow.

10. Sing: “All I want for Christmas is my roommate’s two front teeth…”

11. Give your roommate the gifts from the twelve days of Christmas song.

12. Build a snowperson with your roommate and place a hat on its head. When it doesn’t come to life, cry hysterically “it didn’t work!”

13. Whip your roommate screaming “now Dasher, now Dancer, now Donner, and Blitzen, etc.”

14. Tear down all your roommate’s Christmas decorations yelling “Bah Humbug!”

15. Wake up every morning screaming “Ghost of Christmas Future, please have mercy on my soul!”

16. Tell your roommate you’re moving out. Santa’s buying you a house on 34th Street.

17. Pin a poinsettia to your lapel.

18. Make anatomically correct gingerbread people and eat the best parts first.

19. Put on a fake white beard and insist that all your roommate’s friends “give it a yank.”

20. Ring jingle bells maniacally saying “every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings.”

21. Stand in front of the mirror reciting “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” over and over in your underwear.

22. Smoke mistle-toe. Do what comes naturally.

23. Watch your roommate when s/he is sleeping. When s/he wakes up sing, “he sees you when you’re sleeping…”

24. Steal a life size nativity scene and display it in your room. When your roommate asks, tell him/her “I had to let them stay here, there’s no room at the inn.”

25.When your roommate goes to the bathroom, rearrange his/her possessions. Tell him/her that Santa’s elves must have done it.

Dear Santa:

Listen you fat little troll, 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 one too many tea parties, and I hate to break it to ya Santa, but IT’S DEFINITELY PAYBACK TIME! There had better be some changes around here by next Christmas, or I’m gonna call for a nationwide meltdown (and trust me, you won’t wanna be around to smell it). So, here’s my holiday wish list for 1997:

1. A nice, comfy pair of sweat pants and a frumpy, oversized sweatshirt. I’m sick of looking like a hooker. How much smaller are these bathing suits gonna get? Do you have any idea what it feels like to have nylon and Velcro crawling up your butt?

2. Real underwear that can be pulled on and off. Preferably white. What bonehead at Mattel decided to cheap out and MOLD imitation underwear to my skin?!? It looks like cellulite!

3. A REAL man…maybe G.I. Joe. Hell, I’d take Tickle-Me Elmo over that wimped-out excuse for a boyfriend Ken. And what’s with that earring anyway? If I’m gonna have to suffer with him, at least make him (and me) anatomically correct.

4. Arms that actually bend so I can push the aforementioned Ken-wimp away once he is anatomically correct.

5. Breast reduction surgery. I don’t care whose arm you have to twist, just get it done.

6. A jogging bra. To wear until I get the surgery.

7. A new career. Pet doctor and school teacher just don’t cut it. How about a systems analyst? Or better yet, an advertising account exec!

8. A new, more 90’s persona. Maybe “PMS Barbie”, complete with a miniature container of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and a bag of chips; “Animal Rights Barbie”, with my very own paint gun, outfitted with a fake fur coat and handcuffs; or “Stop Smoking Barbie”, sporting a removable Nicotrol patch and equipped with several packs of gum.

9. No more McDonald’s endorsements. The grease is wrecking my vinyl.

10. Mattel stock options. It’s been 37 years – I think I deserve it.

Ok, Santa, that’s it. Considering my valuable contribution to society, I don’t think these requests are out of line. If you disagree, then you can find yourself a new bimbo doll for next Christmas. It’s that simple.

Yours truly — Barbie