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Welcome to Santa's Holiday Humor page!
What do elves learn in school? The Elf-abet! How many reindeer does Santa Have???
11 (named below): What nationality is Santa Claus? North Polish. What kind of bird can write? A PENguin. Why does Santa's sled get such good mileage? Because it has long-distance runners on each side Why does Scrooge love Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer? because every buck is dear to him. What do you get if you deep fry Santa Claus? Crisp Cringle. JUDY: What did the ghosts say to Santa Claus? MIKE: We'll have a boo Christmas without you. ELF NO. 1: What did Santa shout to his toys on Christmas Eve? ELF NO. 2: Okay everyone, sack time!! If athletes get athletes foot, what do astronauts get? Missletoe!
THE TWELVE DAYS OF "CATS"MAS
On the first day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
On the second day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
On the third day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
On the fourth day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
On the fifth day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
On the sixth day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
On the seventh day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
On the eighth day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
On the tenth day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
On the eleventh day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
On the twelfth day of Christmas my mistress gave to me
My friend, Rick, is a paramedic here in Miami. A few years ago he answered a call about a man who had a head injury he sustained when some teenagers were throwing eggs at cars. It seems that the egg had come through the open window of the man's car as he was driving at about 45 mph. He had a large swelling on his forehead. In the official report, Rick described the incident as an "egg-noggin".
Just before Christmas, there was an honest politician, a kind lawyer and Santa Claus travelling in a lift of a very posh hotel. Just before the doors opened they all noticed a £5 note lying on the floor. Which one picked it up?? Santa of course, the other two don't exist!
Santa Claus, like all pilots, gets regular visits from the
Federal Aviation Administration, and it was shortly before Christmas when the FAA
examiner arrived.
In preparation, Santa had the elves wash the sled and bathe all the
reindeer. Santa got his logbook out and made sure all his paperwork was
in order.
The examiner walked slowly around the sled. He checked the reindeer
harnesses, the landing gear, and Rudolf's nose. He painstakingly
reviewed
Santa's weight and balance calculations for the sled's enormous payload.
Finally, they were ready for the checkride. Santa got in,fastened
his
seatbelt and shoulder harness, and checked the compass. Then the
examiner
hopped in carrying, to Santa's surprise, a shotgun.
"What's that for?" asked Santa incredulously.
The examiner winked and said, "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but
you're gonna lose an engine on takeoff."
What do you call a bunch of grandmasters of chess bragging about their games in a hotel lobby? Chess nuts boasting in an open foyer! What do you call a cat on the beach at Christmastime? Sandy Claus! How do sheep in Mexico say Merry Christmas? Fleece Navidad! If Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus had a child, what would he be called? A subordinate claus. There once was a czar in Russia whose name was Rudolph the Great. He was standing in his house one day with his wife. He looked out the window and saw something happening. He says to his wife,"Look honey. Its raining." She, being the obstinate type, responded,"I don't think so, dear. I think its snowing." But Rudolph knew better. So he says to his wife,"Let's step outside and we'll find out." Lo and behold, they step outside and discover it was in fact rain. And Rudolph turns to his wife and replies," I knew it was raining. Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear!" Did you hear that one of Santa's reindeer now works for Proctor and Gambel? Its true....Comet cleans sinks!
'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves,"
And labor conditions at the north pole
Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
And equal employment had made it quite clear
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,
The runners had been removed from his sleigh;
And people had started to call for the cops
Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened.
And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows,
And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation,
So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,
Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz,
And as for the gifts, why, he'd ne'er had a notion
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
Nothing that might be construed to pollute.
Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.
No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth.
And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,
For they raised the hackles of those psychological
No baseball, no football...someone could get hurt;
Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe;
So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed;
He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,
His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;
Something special was needed, a gift that he might
A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
Every ethnicity, every hue,
So here is that gift, its price beyond worth... (c) Harvey Ehrlich, 1992 All the best to my e-mail friends for a Happy Holiday and a Prosperous New Year! Summited by PHILIP THOMAS
Why did Santa spell Christmas N-O-E? Because the angel had said,"No L!" What do you call people who are afraid of Santa Claus? Claustrophobic.
What do you do if Santa gets stuck in your chimney? Pour Santa flush on him. What do snowmen eat for breakfast? Snowflakes.
The Week Before Christmas By Joyce Luke
'Twas the week before Christmas and all through the school
The teacher half frantic and almost in tears,
Away to the door they all flew like a flash;
When the teacher saw this, she almost grew sick.
First came a basket of popcorn to string
The state they were in could lead to a riot;
The lines of her face were as fixed as a mask;
A tear from her eye and a shake of her head
But at last it was finished and placed on the tree; Submitted by Richard Luke
Why does Santa have 3 gardens? So he can ho-ho-ho. Why was Santa's little helper depressed? Because he had low elf esteem. What do you get when you cross a snowman with a vampire? Frostbite. What do you get when you cross an archer with a gift-wrapper? Ribbon hood. The 3 stages of man:
He believes in Santa Claus.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care. They'd been worn all week and needed the air.
Effective immediately, the following economizing measures
are being implemented in the "Twelve Days of Christmas" subsidiary:
Overall we can expect a substantial reduction in assorted people,
fowl, animals and related expenses. Though incomplete, studies
indicate that stretching deliveries over twelve days is
inefficient. If we can drop ship in one day, service levels
will be improved.
Regarding the lawsuit filed by the attorney's association
seeking expansion to include the legal profession
("thirteen lawyers-a-suing"), a decision is pending.
Deeper cuts may be necessary in the future to remain competitive.
Should that happen, the Board will request management to scrutinize
the Snow White Division to see if seven dwarfs is the right number.
Submitted by: Meridee Mannino-Phistry
'Twas the nocturnal segment of the diurnal period preceding the annual
Yuletide celebration, and throughout our place of residence, kinetic
activity was not in evidence among the possessors of this potential,
including that species of domestic rodent known as Mus musculus. Hosiery
was meticulously suspended from the forward edge of the wood burning
caloric apparatus, pursuant to our anticipatory pleasure regarding an
imminent visitation from an eccentric philanthropist among whose
folkloric
appellations is the honorific title of St. Nicholas.
The prepubescent siblings, comfortably ensconced in their respective
accommodations of repose, were experiencing subconscious visual
hallucinations of variegated fruit confections moving rhythmically
through
their cerebrums. My conjugal partner and I, attired in our nocturnal
head
coverings, were about to take slumberous advantage of the hibernal
darkness
when upon the avenaceous exterior portion of the grounds there ascended
such a cacophony of dissonance that I felt compelled to arise with
alacrity
from my place of repose for the purpose of ascertaining the precise
source
thereof.
Hastening to the casement, I forthwith opened the barriers sealing this
fenestration, noting thereupon that the lunar brilliance without,
reflected
as it was on the surface of a recent crystalline precipitation, might be
said to rival that of the solar meridian itself - thus permitting my
incredulous optical sensory organs to behold a miniature airborne
runnered
conveyance drawn by eight diminutive specimens of the genus Rangifer,
piloted by a minuscule, aged chauffeur so ebullient and nimble that it
became instantly apparent to me that he was indeed our anticipated
caller.
With his ungulate motive power travelling at what may possibly have been
more vertiginous velocity than patriotic alar predators, he vociferated
loudly, expelled breath musically through contracted labia, and
addressed
each of the octet by his or her respective cognomen - "Now Dasher, now
Dancer..." et al. - guiding them to the uppermost exterior level of our
abode, through which structure I could readily distinguish the
concatenations of each of the 32 cloven pedal extremities.
As I retracted my cranium from its erstwhile location, and was
performing a
180-degree pivot, our distinguished visitant achieved - with utmost
celerity and via a downward leap - entry by way of the smoke passage. He
was clad entirely in animal pelts soiled by the ebony residue from
oxidations of carboniferous fuels which had accumulated on the walls
thereof. His resemblance to a street vendor I attributed largely to the
plethora of assorted playthings which he bore dorsally in a commodious
cloth receptacle.
His orbs were scintillant with reflected luminosity, while his
submaxillary
dermal indentations gave every evidence of engaging amiability. The
capillaries of his malar regions and nasal appurtenance were engorged
with
blood which suffused the subcutaneous layers, the former approximating
the
coloration of Albion's floral emblem, the latter that of the Prunus
avium,
or sweet cherry. His amusing sub- and supralabials resembled nothing so
much as a common loop knot, and their ambient hirsute facial adornment
appeared like small, tabular and columnar crystals of frozen water.
Clenched firmly between his incisors was a smoking piece whose grey
fumes,
forming a tenuous ellipse about his occiput, were suggestive of a
decorative seasonal circlet of holly. His visage was wider than it was
high, and when he waxed audibly mirthful, his corpulent abdominal region
undulated in the manner of impectinated fruit syrup in a hemispherical
container. He was, in short, neither more nor less than an obese,
jocund,
multigenarian gnome, the optical perception of whom rendered me visibly
frolicsome despite every effort to refrain from so being. By rapidly
lowering and then elevating one eyelid and rotating his head slightly to
one side, he indicated that trepidation on my part was groundless.
Without utterance and with dispatch, he commenced filling the
aforementioned appended hosiery with various of the aforementioned
articles
of merchandise extracted from his aforementioned previously dorsally
transported cloth receptacle. Upon completion of this task, he executed
an
abrupt about- face, placed a single manual digit in lateral
juxtaposition
to his olfactory organ, inclined his cranium forward in a gesture of
leave-taking, and forthwith effected his egress by renegotiating (in
reverse) the smoke passage. He then propelled himself in a short vector
onto his conveyance, directed a musical expulsion of air through his
contracted oral sphincter to the antlered quadrupeds of burden, and
proceeded to soar aloft in a movement hitherto observable chiefly among
the
seed-bearing portions of a common weed. But I overheard his parting
exclamation, audible immediately prior to his vehiculation beyond the
limits of visibility: "Ecstatic Yuletide to the planetary constituency,
and
to that self same assemblage, my sincerest wishes for a salubriously
beneficial and gratifyingly pleasurable period between sunset and dawn."
On the.......day of Christmas my Tutu (Grandmother) gave to me
1) A mayna bird in one papaya tree
-- Submitted by Jonathan Robertson
This guy goes into his dentist's office, because something is wrong
with his mouth.
After a brief examination, the dentist exclaims,
"Holy Smoke! That plate I installed in your mouth about six months
ago has nearly completely corroded! What on earth have you been
eating?"
"Well... the only thing I can think of is this... my wife made me
some asparagus about four months ago with this stuff on it...
Hollandaise sauce she called it... and doctor, I'm talkin' DELICIOUS!
I've never tasted anything like it, and ever since then I've been
putting it on everything... meat, fish, toast, vegetables... you name
it!"
"That's probabably it," replied the dentist "Hollandaise sauce is
made with lemon juice, which is acidic and highly corrosive. It seems
as thought I'll have to install a new plate, but made out of chrome
this time."
"Why chrome?" the man asked.
"Well, everyone knows that there's no plate like chrome for the
Hollandaise!"
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