Surely everybody tried to get proof of Santa’s existence at some point in their childhood?
My parents made Santa footprints with fake snow, I went and got one of my dad’s hiking boots that he forgot to put away….
My parents used to write a note in soot (probably my mum’s eyeshadow) from Santa saying ‘thanks for the cookies and milk. Rudolf loved the carrots’. Honestly I believed for way longer than I should have lmao
Rudi Giuliani is looking a bit better these days.
Good old Giles
Fuck was 1st written down in a manuscript in the 1300s a monk had put “Fuck the Abbot” in the margin, and it’s still there.
The fact he managed to get all that out without name dropping someone was impressive.
When I was young enough to have a belief in Father Christmas, I lived somewhere without a chimney. The answer I got to the question of how that worked didn’t fully convince me, and that kind of clued me in that things weren’t quite as they were made out. It didn’t take long for phrases like “I help Santa out” to come up in these discussions.
By the time I was old enough to go from the sweet little child to the annoying little shit that all children evolve into, I at least had enough awareness to keep my mouth shut. When I matured into the more adult view that giving matters as much as receiving, I made sure there was always something for my parents labelled from “Father Christmas” too. I have grey hairs on my head now, but every Christmas there are gifts for everyone under the tree from “Father Christmas”, and that’s how I like it.
I went downstairs one night for a drink, completely forgetting it was Christmas Eve, I was just thirsty
And I saw Grandad by the fireplace, eating the mince pie and drinking the brandy, and we laughed
Because I always knew Santa was my Grandad in his tartan dressing gown – I never saw Santa and my Grandad in the same room, thus they were clearly the same person! Like Batman/Bruce Wayne (I never saw him in the same room with Batman either, so there’s a possibility he was also Batman. Cruising around Gosport fighting crime in his Saab 9000)
I just watched this last night 😆
Brandreth is nauseating and I can’t stand the pompous twat. Tell him from me to fuck right off.
Scatter a bit of lego on the floor of your room just inside the door…
National treasure.
I prefer the bowl of water balanced on top of the partially open door trick. Santa used to get really pissed off when I did that one.
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Surely everybody tried to get proof of Santa’s existence at some point in their childhood?
My parents made Santa footprints with fake snow, I went and got one of my dad’s hiking boots that he forgot to put away….
My parents used to write a note in soot (probably my mum’s eyeshadow) from Santa saying ‘thanks for the cookies and milk. Rudolf loved the carrots’. Honestly I believed for way longer than I should have lmao
Rudi Giuliani is looking a bit better these days.
Good old Giles
Fuck was 1st written down in a manuscript in the 1300s a monk had put “Fuck the Abbot” in the margin, and it’s still there.
The fact he managed to get all that out without name dropping someone was impressive.
When I was young enough to have a belief in Father Christmas, I lived somewhere without a chimney. The answer I got to the question of how that worked didn’t fully convince me, and that kind of clued me in that things weren’t quite as they were made out. It didn’t take long for phrases like “I help Santa out” to come up in these discussions.
By the time I was old enough to go from the sweet little child to the annoying little shit that all children evolve into, I at least had enough awareness to keep my mouth shut. When I matured into the more adult view that giving matters as much as receiving, I made sure there was always something for my parents labelled from “Father Christmas” too. I have grey hairs on my head now, but every Christmas there are gifts for everyone under the tree from “Father Christmas”, and that’s how I like it.
I went downstairs one night for a drink, completely forgetting it was Christmas Eve, I was just thirsty
And I saw Grandad by the fireplace, eating the mince pie and drinking the brandy, and we laughed
Because I always knew Santa was my Grandad in his tartan dressing gown – I never saw Santa and my Grandad in the same room, thus they were clearly the same person! Like Batman/Bruce Wayne (I never saw him in the same room with Batman either, so there’s a possibility he was also Batman. Cruising around Gosport fighting crime in his Saab 9000)
I just watched this last night 😆
Brandreth is nauseating and I can’t stand the pompous twat. Tell him from me to fuck right off.
Scatter a bit of lego on the floor of your room just inside the door…
National treasure.
I prefer the bowl of water balanced on top of the partially open door trick. Santa used to get really pissed off when I did that one.
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