what the hell's wrong with the world?...

Father Christmas rocks!

 

haha, i see where ur coming from...but aint it nice to be in blissful ignorance for a bit?

 

So what happens to that hope when the child is told santa isn't real? hmm rrrriigght.

 

i'd say in most people a lot of their hope dies and that's why we have so many pricks in this world these days.

 

I always looked at it as dreams and you needed to work to get ya dreams and hope to me was like luck sort of like winning the lottery.

 

*long string of curse words* good job, ddp. good point, as well.

 

Guys.. aren't you overexggerating a bit? I knew right from the start Santa Claus wasn't real, so I'm not speaking from experience.

But if you told your child that Santa wasn't real, I don't think that would actually crush his hope... and turn him into a "prick". -_-

 

When I was groing up I knew thier was not a "Santa" But im not going to tell my kids that, but like I said, it pisses me off that when I can't take them to go see his fat ass...Im the bad guy..and I crush thier hopes and dreams and thats bullshit.

 

1 more santa thing when I was young I didn't care about santa just presents, my heroes was spiderman superman and all those ill chars why I would I want to be like a fat guy on a sled? saying ho ho ho when I can be go spidy! go!

 

lol to that

 

If you read the JLA series, you would find that Santa saved the JLA in one of Plasticman's stories! He isn't as weak as you think!

 

ah comic book propaganda, they fight commies, punch drug dealers etc.

 

Actually JLA deals with widescale invasions and events! They save the world roughly every 4 issues! =D

 

im sure they used to punch "weed addicts" before they were famous

 

Ho Ho Ho to you all.

I've just popped in to say that I am very dissapointed with all you people that don't believe in me.

I was there for you every year whatever the weather bringing you lovely gifts and spreading happiness around the world, and this is the thanks I get.

It's difficult enough to squeeze my fat arse down those skinny little chimneys and when I finally make it to the bottom I'm covered in soot and bruises.
Not only that but many of you have bricked up your fireplaces because it's not 'trendy' to have them any more. Well thats just bloody charming..! I've got to climb all the way back up dragging my sack behind me.

And another thing..! You tell your children to leave a mince pie and a glass of milk for me, but do I get it?
Do I bollocks.!
As soon as the little children are tucked up in bed waiting for me to deliver their prezzies you greedy overweight pigs are legging it back down the stairs and tucking in to my supper.
Every year is the bloody same, I end up having to get a kebab on the way home 'cos it's the only place left open at that time of night.

Well it's going to change next year I can assure you.
If it doesn't, you will have nothing. Read my lips, [bold]NOTHING...!!![/bold]

Oh and one more thing, I'm sorry about the mess on the roof but it had been a long night and the reindeer had dodgy tummies after the curry incident.

Anyway, let's have no more talk of 'I don't believe in Santa' or I'll be back and then there'll be trouble.

 

Good! you'll save me money.

Make sure you knock so I can have enough time to get off the lady claus.

 

since the moon was made of rice paper and crayons: 1952