Feeling kinda scroogey? This will put it all in perspective for you. The ancient question of the existence of Santa Claus is settled by the Angelic Doctor, St. Thomas Aquinas. I had no idea he had addressed the topic. Then again, he did write on just about everything before calling it all so much straw…
Whether Santa Claus Exists?
We proceed thus to the Third Article: –
Objection 1: It seems that Santa Claus does not exist, since Christmas gifts are able to be given by good elves. Therefore Santa Claus does not exist.
Objection 2: Further, if Santa Claus did exist, there would be no narrow chimneys. But there are narrow chimneys, and sometimes no chimneys at all. Therefore, Santa Claus does not exist.
On the Contrary, Kay Starr says: “I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus underneath the mistletoe last night.”
I answer that, The existence of Santa Claus can be proved in five ways…
Hat tip: The Ironic Catholic
Merry Christmas to all!
I just got done posting Manger #6 over at my photoblog, part of my Advent Manger photo project. That got me to thinking about the (twisted) tune “Manger Six” by Bob Rivers. Always made me laugh. Head over to his site to hear it in streaming audio. Here are the lyrics:
(Parody of Motel 6 Commercial)
Hi this is Tom Bodett for Manger 6. We know you have been traveling alot this holiday season and you’ve probably been
told there is no room at the Inn. Well that’s just not the case here at Manger 6.
Why, for just 29 drachma we’ll put you up in a warm comfortable stable with plenty of fresh milk for the new born. There’s even individual stalls for your
mules, camels, or what ever happen to be drivin’ across the desert.
And in case unexpected visitors drop in on ya; Shepards, Wisemen, holy ghosts. It’s not a problem at Manger 6. There is plenty of Frankensence and Muir to go around.
This is Tom Bodett for Manger 6 remindin’ ya there’s always room in this Inn. We’ll even keep a star out for ya.
You should literally read this immediately. Go ahead, I’ll wait.
This literally drove me nuts when I was working in the corporate world. I wish every mid-level manager would literally read this and then literally send me a quarter everytime they literally misuse the word. I’d literally be a millionairre literally next week…
Sorry. That was a little overkill, wasn’t it?
Watch the World Cup. Lego Style.
I have no idea who had the kind of time it would take to put this together, but I loved it!
Well, people always tell me I don’t look my age. I always say it’s because I never act my age. Now I have proof:
***You Are 24 Years Old***
Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view – and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what’s to come… love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You’ve had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You’ve been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.
What Age Do You Act?
Okay, enough of these little quizzes. But I couldn’t resist the one about spongebob, mostly because my niece and nephew love it, and well, secondarily because there’s a character with my name in it. Turns out I’m him, but I take the “complete idiot” thing as an insult. I’m not a complete idiot, after all! That, and I’ve never really known any jellyfish.
| You scored as Patrick. You scored as Patrick. You love to jellyfish and you are a complete idiot.
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This is kind of an inside joke from CPE. We had a running thing about which songs would set off the various staff chaplains because it would be impossible to get them out of their heads. For M, it was … well, I can’t remember what it was; for William it was “It’s a Small World.” You get the idea, we all have those kinds of songs.
Well, I got to thinking about that again this week. On Monday, our Polish Schola sang for Mass. Of course, I couldn’t understand any of it, let alone pronounce any of it from the music given on the worship aid. So I just pretty much sat there and let the music happen.
But later in the day, the melody of one of the songs wouldn’t get out of my head. I realized that it was because I couldn’t sing the song in its entirety (heck, I couldn’t sing a word of it). So I just had to “enjoy” it all day long. Grrr.
This is pretty funny. Not that I’m for scientific theories that exclude God’s work in the world, mind you. But I think even God would find some of this stuff humorous.