I was under the impression that Santa was magic and could stop time allowing him to deliver all the presents in an hour. I mean, in his time, it could take him weeks, but to us, it's only an hour. That's the way it was explained to me. And I never had a chimney, so he used the front door. He had a skeleton key. And whenever I questioned Santa's plausibility, my mother would compare it to the existance of God which, I guess in hindsight, was a bad move on her part. It would have probably been wiser for her to say, "You're right. There's no Santa."
Not that I don't believe in any form of god. I'm just not even close to the relgion she raised me (or any other known religion, for that matter).
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Pureghetto
No saying 'ho ho ho' -- it's offensive to wimminz
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Yeah. Thanks to that, we're going to have right wing Christian conservatives try to change, "Don we now our gay apparel" to "Let's put on some Christmas clothes." Once you start banning things because they're offensive, you're on a slippery slope.
