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<![CDATA[Santa's Technology Issue]]>Thu, 06 Feb 2014 18:57:02 GMThttp://santatexas.org/santas-journey/santas-technology-issue It’s amazing how technology has taken over our minds and how we think.  This past year Santa told children that his resourceful Elves had fixed it so Santa could do what they always did – tell me who is Naughty and Nice.  They invented an App for that!  And they downloaded it on my phone!

All the children this past year couldn’t wait to be scanned.  For some reason or another, ALL of them came back “Nice.”  But Santa always needed to find someone who was “Naughty” so the children still waiting their turn can sense there is some risk to the process and stay interested.  For this Santa usually picked the one who usually gets picked, the Dad.  Well this worked pretty well till Santa got to the “M” Family in South Tyler, Texas.  There were several families represented at this Family/Office Christmas Party, but Mr. “M” was the boss.  So, naturally Santa picked him to be the goat.

Mr. and Mrs. “M” have two beautiful daughters; and they shortly thereafter disappeared.  Santa noticed he eventually finished without scanning them and inquired where they had gone.  They were finally found in an upstairs bedroom, hiding.  They didn’t want to be scanned.  They explained that since their Daddy had turned up “Naughty,” they thought they would too, because they were his children!  Holy Peppermint Sticks!!!  What a dilemma!

So Santa rescanned Daddy, Mr. “M”; and he turned out to be “Nice.”  Then, and only then, did the girls consent to be scanned.

What a Lesson in family devotion to one another and loving adhesion.  It’s a Lesson Santa will never forget.

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<![CDATA[True Story of My Trip Home From C.W.H. Santa Claus School]]>Tue, 23 Oct 2012 18:47:46 GMThttp://santatexas.org/santas-journey/my-trip-home-from-cwh-santa-claus-school          
The decision to drive from East Texas to Midland, Michigan to attend The
C.W.H. Santa Claus School (http://www.santaclausschool.com )
turned out to be a very good one. 
Going up, starting in far Southern Illinois, I enjoyed the spectacular
fall foliage color display; coming back there were almost the same colors, but
the high point were the reactions when I practiced some of the fine skills I had
learned in the art of being Santa Claus.



         
First, for the trip I dressed in my red suspenders, “SANTA” belt buckle,
and “Yes I AM”baseball cap that I got from Santa Tom Cortemeglia
(santa@santaclosetet.org ),
all accessorized with a dark red, long sleeved tee shirt suitable for cool
weather in the South or the temperature controlled cabin of a Mercedes-Benz
traveling in the North.  So
adorned, I also armed myself for my journey with my Santa Claus Magic Key and
dual watch/naughty or nice meter with a black band to match my belt. 
Then I convinced myself that I was not acting like a Santa Claus, but was
  indeed St. Nick himself so as to never get out of
character.



         
My first stop traveling south to Texas from Midland was for fuel in
Lansing, Michigan.  At a Clark
station on the West side of Highway 127, I met a young, attractive store clerk
who viewed me suspiciously –wondering whether to say anything about my
appearance as I paid for some beef sausage sticks and a French Vanilla
cappuccino for breakfast.  I said
to her, “I can see you don’t fully believe in me, so here is proof that I am
real.” I gave her the One Wish Coin
I got from Santa Don (shadylane@wightman.ca )
and told her, “You can give that coin to anyone and they will grant you one
reasonable wish.”  She asked, “What
if they don’t?”  I replied without
hesitation, but gently,“Then they may find a lump of coal in their stocking, but
your wish must be reasonable and possible for them.” 
She said in parting, “Okay, Santa. 
I believe in you now.” 
“Okay.  Merry
Christmas!”  “Merry
Christmas!”



         
That afternoon in Illinois on I-57 somewhere south of Marion, I decided
to make a pit stop at a McDonalds to answer the call of nature and equip myself
with an iced coffee.  As I walked
in the store I noticed a mother and five children seated about a round, fixed
table on my left near the door. 
Two of the children were cute little girls ripe in age for Santa, one was
an infant, and two were young teenagers. 
I got a glance.  I made up
my mind.  Here I knew I had to
explain my short beard and strange accent.  As I emerged and went to the counter to
order the iced coffee, I told the young girl at the counter in a voice loud
enough for the children to hear, “Santa is getting sleepy driving to the North
Pole.”  After being served, I
exited to my left away from the children to get a straw while feeling their
mildly curious eyes follow me, all the while planning to circle around their way
on my way out.  Plucking the straw
from the soft drink counter, I wheeled around and walked on my way toward the
door, going right past their table. 
When I got within five feet of it I came to an abrupt stop, put a
  startled look on my face while looking at the children, and said, “Uh
ohhhhhh!”



         
By now there was no secret and no subtlety. 
All six of the people at the round table were looking at me. 
I said, “Well, I’d better take time out from driving to the North Pole to
find out who here has been naughty or nice!”  Big eyes. 
“Who’s been eating all their vegetables? (I raised my right hand to show them
what I wanted.)  Go ahead, raise
your hands.”  All six of the people
at the table, including the mother, raised their hands. 
All the people in the restaurant stopped talking and began watching with
fascinated smiles as I entertained the children. “Who’s been good at school this
year?” All the children raised
their hands, smiling.  “Who’s been
doing all their chores?” 
Same. “Who’s been good to
their Mamas?” Same. 
“Okay, looks like Santa has some really nice children here. 
You know, I’ve got to hurry along because this is our busy season and
I’ve gotten word from Mrs. Claus that some of the elves have been goofing off
and not making toys as fast as they should while I’ve been fishing and
vacationing in Texas.  Texas is not
very good for Santa because it’s not like the North Pole at all. 
It’s very hot and dry, and makes Santa’s beard grow short. 
And I think I’m picking up some of the Texas accent. 
I’ve recently caught myself saying, ‘Ho, ho, ho, y’all!’”  (Giggles throughout the
restaurant.)



         
By now the children were completely comfortable and beaming, but the
really happy ones were all the adults in the restaurant, who were riveted,
watching and listening in fascination. 
It was something to behold. 
“Now, who knows ‘Rudolph The Red-Nose Reindeer’?” 
All the children and the Mama raised their hands. 
“You wanna SING it?” 
“Yeeeesssssss!” they squealed in delight.  “Okay, let’s go!!” 
(Arms waving.)  They
started,  “Rudolph The
Red-No…”  “Wait, wait, wait!  That’s not the whole song! 
Let Santa begin, and you’ll know where to pick up…. 
(Singing) You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, Comet and
Cupid, Donner and Blitzen, but do you recallllllll, the most famous reindeer of
alllllll?”  (Arms waving.)   THE WHOLE RESTAURANT BEGAN
SINGING!!!  I mean
EVERYBODY!!!!  Maybe 35-40
people!!  Including the kids
working behind the counter and the people standing in line! 
“Rudolph, The Red-Nose Reindeer, Had A Very Shiny Nose,
…”



         
As the song wound down I inched toward the door. 
As it ended, I waved goodbye and said, “Merry Christmas, y’all, uh, I
mean, Merry Christmas!”  The WHOLE
RESTAURANT yelled back, “MERRY CHRISTMAS!”  There was clapping as I
  exited.



         
But I wasn’t quite out the door when I heard one of the girls ask her
Mama, “Is that really Santa Claus, Mama?” 
The Mama answered,“I believe it is.”  So back I walked. 
“Of COURSE I’m real!  How
else would I have this Magic Key? 
(Showing it to them, produced from my right front pocket.) 
You know what I use it for? 
Three things.  I’ll tell you
two of them, but you have to guess the third.  First, I use it as my Chimney Expander
so I can fit down any chimney. 
Second, some little boys and girls don’t have chimneys, so my Magic Key
  turns off any alarms, unlocks all the doors, gives me time to do my business,
  and then as I leave re-arms any security system and re-locks all the
  doors.  Now, who can tell me what
the third thing is that I use the Magic Key for?” 
Quizzical looks and no guesses. 
“I use it to unlock the Reindeer Barn!”



         
Then out I scooted.  “Ho,
ho, ho!”  More
clapping.



         
Not a bad way to spend a moment on Sunday, October 21st, 2012,
at a McDonalds when stopping for an iced coffee.  Similar experiences followed me all the
way home. I’ve only experienced one
thing in my whole life more worthwhile.



Have
Santa Will Travel



Santa
Texas


Sleigh
(903) 352-8000 *


North Pole
(903) 939-3232 *


Santa@SantaTexas.org
or
santa@hswt.org



www.santatexas.org
or www.hswt.org


                  



*
Children’s, House, and Office Parties * Public Events *
Parades


*Hospitals
and Geriatric Centers * Shopping Malls *
Stores

          
The decision to drive from East Texas to Midland, Michigan to attend The
C.W.H. Santa Claus School (http://www.santaclausschool.com )
turned out to be a very good one. 
Going up, starting in far Southern Illinois, I enjoyed the spectacular
fall foliage color display; coming back there were almost the same colors, but
the high point were the reactions when I practiced some of the fine skills I had
learned in the art of being Santa Claus.



         
First, for the trip I dressed in my red suspenders, “SANTA” belt buckle,
and “Yes I AM”baseball cap that I got from Santa Tom Cortemeglia
(santa@santaclosetet.org ),
all accessorized with a dark red, long sleeved tee shirt suitable for cool
weather in the South or the temperature controlled cabin of a Mercedes-Benz
traveling in the North.  So
adorned, I also armed myself for my journey with my Santa Claus Magic Key and
dual watch/naughty or nice meter with a black band to match my belt. 
Then I convinced myself that I was not acting like a Santa Claus, but was
  indeed St. Nick himself so as to never get out of
character.



         
My first stop traveling south to Texas from Midland was for fuel in
Lansing, Michigan.  At a Clark
station on the West side of Highway 127, I met a young, attractive store clerk
who viewed me suspiciously –wondering whether to say anything about my
appearance as I paid for some beef sausage sticks and a French Vanilla
cappuccino for breakfast.  I said
to her, “I can see you don’t fully believe in me, so here is proof that I am
real.” I gave her the One Wish Coin
I got from Santa Don (shadylane@wightman.ca )
and told her, “You can give that coin to anyone and they will grant you one
reasonable wish.”  She asked, “What
if they don’t?”  I replied without
hesitation, but gently,“Then they may find a lump of coal in their stocking, but
your wish must be reasonable and possible for them.” 
She said in parting, “Okay, Santa. 
I believe in you now.” 
“Okay.  Merry
Christmas!”  “Merry
Christmas!”



         
That afternoon in Illinois on I-57 somewhere south of Marion, I decided
to make a pit stop at a McDonalds to answer the call of nature and equip myself
with an iced coffee.  As I walked
in the store I noticed a mother and five children seated about a round, fixed
table on my left near the door. 
Two of the children were cute little girls ripe in age for Santa, one was
an infant, and two were young teenagers. 
I got a glance.  I made up
my mind.  Here I knew I had to
explain my short beard and strange accent.  As I emerged and went to the counter to
order the iced coffee, I told the young girl at the counter in a voice loud
enough for the children to hear, “Santa is getting sleepy driving to the North
Pole.”  After being served, I
exited to my left away from the children to get a straw while feeling their
mildly curious eyes follow me, all the while planning to circle around their way
on my way out.  Plucking the straw
from the soft drink counter, I wheeled around and walked on my way toward the
door, going right past their table. 
When I got within five feet of it I came to an abrupt stop, put a
  startled look on my face while looking at the children, and said, “Uh
ohhhhhh!”



         
By now there was no secret and no subtlety. 
All six of the people at the round table were looking at me. 
I said, “Well, I’d better take time out from driving to the North Pole to
find out who here has been naughty or nice!”  Big eyes. 
“Who’s been eating all their vegetables? (I raised my right hand to show them
what I wanted.)  Go ahead, raise
your hands.”  All six of the people
at the table, including the mother, raised their hands. 
All the people in the restaurant stopped talking and began watching with
fascinated smiles as I entertained the children. “Who’s been good at school this
year?” All the children raised
their hands, smiling.  “Who’s been
doing all their chores?” 
Same. “Who’s been good to
their Mamas?” Same. 
“Okay, looks like Santa has some really nice children here. 
You know, I’ve got to hurry along because this is our busy season and
I’ve gotten word from Mrs. Claus that some of the elves have been goofing off
and not making toys as fast as they should while I’ve been fishing and
vacationing in Texas.  Texas is not
very good for Santa because it’s not like the North Pole at all. 
It’s very hot and dry, and makes Santa’s beard grow short. 
And I think I’m picking up some of the Texas accent. 
I’ve recently caught myself saying, ‘Ho, ho, ho, y’all!’”  (Giggles throughout the
restaurant.)



         
By now the children were completely comfortable and beaming, but the
really happy ones were all the adults in the restaurant, who were riveted,
watching and listening in fascination. 
It was something to behold. 
“Now, who knows ‘Rudolph The Red-Nose Reindeer’?” 
All the children and the Mama raised their hands. 
“You wanna SING it?” 
“Yeeeesssssss!” they squealed in delight.  “Okay, let’s go!!” 
(Arms waving.)  They
started,  “Rudolph The
Red-No…”  “Wait, wait, wait!  That’s not the whole song! 
Let Santa begin, and you’ll know where to pick up…. 
(Singing) You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, Comet and
Cupid, Donner and Blitzen, but do you recallllllll, the most famous reindeer of
alllllll?”  (Arms waving.)   THE WHOLE RESTAURANT BEGAN
SINGING!!!  I mean
EVERYBODY!!!!  Maybe 35-40
people!!  Including the kids
working behind the counter and the people standing in line! 
“Rudolph, The Red-Nose Reindeer, Had A Very Shiny Nose,
…”



         
As the song wound down I inched toward the door. 
As it ended, I waved goodbye and said, “Merry Christmas, y’all, uh, I
mean, Merry Christmas!”  The WHOLE
RESTAURANT yelled back, “MERRY CHRISTMAS!”  There was clapping as I
  exited.



         
But I wasn’t quite out the door when I heard one of the girls ask her
Mama, “Is that really Santa Claus, Mama?” 
The Mama answered,“I believe it is.”  So back I walked. 
“Of COURSE I’m real!  How
else would I have this Magic Key? 
(Showing it to them, produced from my right front pocket.) 
You know what I use it for? 
Three things.  I’ll tell you
two of them, but you have to guess the third.  First, I use it as my Chimney Expander
so I can fit down any chimney. 
Second, some little boys and girls don’t have chimneys, so my Magic Key
  turns off any alarms, unlocks all the doors, gives me time to do my business,
  and then as I leave re-arms any security system and re-locks all the
  doors.  Now, who can tell me what
the third thing is that I use the Magic Key for?” 
Quizzical looks and no guesses. 
“I use it to unlock the Reindeer Barn!”



         
Then out I scooted.  “Ho,
ho, ho!”  More
clapping.



         
Not a bad way to spend a moment on Sunday, October 21st, 2012,
at a McDonalds when stopping for an iced coffee.  Similar experiences followed me all the
way home. I’ve only experienced one
thing in my whole life more worthwhile.



Have
Santa Will Travel



Santa
Texas


Sleigh
(903) 352-8000 *


North Pole
(903) 939-3232 *


Santa@SantaTexas.org
or
santa@hswt.org



www.santatexas.org
or www.hswt.org


                  



*
Children’s, House, and Office Parties * Public Events *
Parades


*Hospitals
and Geriatric Centers * Shopping Malls *
Stores

_
The decision to drive from my home in East Texas to Midland, Michigan to attend The Charles W. Howard Santa Claus School (http://www.santaclausschool.com) turned out to be a very good one.  Going up, starting in far Southern Illinois, I enjoyed the spectacular fall foliage color display; coming back there were almost the same colors, but the high point were the reactions when I practiced some of the fine skills I had learned in the art of being Santa Claus.
     
First, for the trip I dressed in my red suspenders, “SANTA” belt buckle, and “Yes I AM” baseball cap that I got from Santa Tom Cortemeglia (santa@santaclosetet.org), all accessorized with a dark red, long sleeved tee shirt suitable for cool weather in the South or the temperature controlled cabin of a Mercedes-Benz traveling in autumn in the North.  So adorned, I also armed myself for my journey with my Santa Claus Magic Key and dual watch/naughty or nice meter with a black band to match my belt.  Then I convinced myself that I was not acting like Santa Claus, but was indeed St. Nick himself so as to never get out of character.

My first stop traveling south to Texas from Midland was for fuel in Lansing, Michigan.  At a Clark station on the West side of Highway 127, I met a young, attractive store clerk who viewed me suspiciously – wondering whether to say anything about my appearance as I paid for some beef sausage sticks and a French Vanilla cappuccino for breakfast.  I said to her, “I can see you don’t fully believe in me, so here is proof that I am real.” I gave her the One Wish Coin I got from Santa Don (shadylane@wightman.ca) and told her, “You can give that coin to anyone and they will grant you one reasonable wish.”  She asked, “What if they don’t?”  I replied without hesitation, but gently, “Then they may find a lump of coal in their stocking, but your wish must be reasonable and possible for them.”  She said in parting, “Okay, Santa.  I believe in you now.”  

“Okay.  Merry  Christmas!”  “Merry Christmas!” 
           
That afternoon in Illinois on I-57 somewhere south of Marion, I decided to make a pit stop at a McDonalds to answer the call of nature and equip myself with an iced coffee.  As I walked in the store, I noticed a mother and five children seated about a round, fixed table on my left near the door.  Two of the children were cute little girls ripe in age for Santa, one was an infant, and two were young teenagers.  I got a glance.  I made up my mind.  Here I knew I had to explain my short beard and strange accent.  As I emerged and went to the counter to order the iced coffee, I told the young girl at the counter in a voice loud enough for the children to hear, “Santa is getting sleepy driving to the North Pole.”  After being served, I exited to my left away from the children to get a straw while feeling their mildly curious eyes follow me, all the while planning to circle around their way on my way out.  Plucking the straw from the soft drink counter, I wheeled around and walked on my way toward the door, going right past their table. When I got within five feet of it I came to an abrupt stop, put a startled look on my face while looking at the children, and said, “Uh ohhhhhh!”  Just like I had not noticed them before.
           
By now there was no secret and no subtlety.  All six of the people at the round table were looking at me.  I said, “Well, I’d better take time out from driving to the North Pole to find out who here has been naughty or nice!”  Big eyes. “Who’s been eating all their vegetables? (I raised my right hand to show them what I wanted.)  Go ahead, raise your hands.”  All six of the people at the table, including the mother, raised their hands.  All the people in the restaurant stopped talking and began watching with fascinated smiles as I entertained the children. “Who’s been good at school this year?” All the children raised their hands, smiling.  “Who’s been doing all their chores?”   Same. “Who’s been good to their Mamas?” Same.  “Okay, looks like Santa has some really nice children here.  You know, I’ve got to hurry along because this is our busy season and I’ve gotten word from Mrs. Claus that some of the elves have been goofing off and not making toys as fast as they should while I’ve been bass fishing in Texas.  Texas is not very good for Santa because it’s not like the North Pole at all. It’s very hot and dry, and makes Santa’s beard grow short.  And I think I’m picking up some of the Texas accent."  Continuing confidentially, "I’ve recently caught myself saying, ‘Ho, ho, ho, y’all!’”  (Giggles throughout the restaurant.)
           
By now the children were completely comfortable and beaming, but the really happy ones were all the adults in the restaurant, who were riveted, watching and listening in fascination.  It was something to behold.  “Now, who knows ‘Rudolph The Red-Nose Reindeer’?”  All the children and the Mama raised their hands.  “You wanna SING it?”  “Yeeeesssssss!” they squealed in delight.  “Okay, let’s go!!”  (Arms waving.)  They started,  “Rudolph The Red-No…”  “Wait, wait, wait!  That’s not the whole song!  Let Santa begin, and you’ll know where to pick up…." 

(Singing) "You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid, Donner and Blitzen, but do you recallllllll, the most famous reindeer of alllllll?”  (Arms waving.)   THE WHOLE RESTAURANT BEGAN SINGING!!!  I mean EVERYBODY!!!!  Maybe 35-40 people!!  Including the kids working behind the counter and the people standing in line!  

“Rudolph, The Red-Nose Reindeer, Had A Very Shiny Nose, …” 
           
As the song wound down I inched toward the door.  

As it ended, I waved goodbye and said, “Merry Christmas, y’all, uh, I mean, Merry Christmas!” 

The WHOLE RESTAURANT yelled back, “MERRY CHRISTMAS!”  There was clapping as I  exited. 
           
But I wasn’t quite out the door when I heard one of the girls ask her Mama, “Is that really Santa Claus, Mama?”   The Mama answered,“I believe it is.”  So back I walked.  “Of COURSE I’m real!  How else would I have this Magic Key?  (Produced from my right front pocket, showing it to them.)  You know what I use it for?  Three things.  I’ll tell you the first two of them, but you have to guess the third.  First, I use it as my Chimney Expander.  You know, Santa's pretty big, and I need help fitting down most chimneys. Second, some little boys and girls live in homes that don’t have chimneys; so my Magic Key turns off any alarms, unlocks all the doors, gives me time to do my business, and then, as I leave, re-arms any security system and re-locks all the doors.  Now, who can tell me what the third thing is that I use the Magic Key for?”  Quizzical looks and no guesses. “I use it to unlock the Reindeer Barn!”
           
Then out I scooted.  “Ho, ho, ho!”  More clapping. 
           
Not a bad way to spend a moment on Sunday, October 21st, 2012, at a McDonalds when stopping for an iced coffee.  Similar experiences followed me all the way home. I’ve only experienced one thing in my whole life more worthwhile.

Have Santa Will Travel

Santa Texas
Sleigh (903) 352-8000 *
North Pole (903) 939-3232 *
Santa@SantaTexas.org  or  Santa@hswt.org 
www.santatexas.org  or www.hswt.org


* Children's, Family, and Office Parties * Public Events * Parades, Hospitals and Geriatric Centers * Shopping Malls * StoresChurches, Schools, Sunday School Classes * Birthday Parties * Call-In Talk To Santa Shows * Santa By Skype, and More!
 
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<![CDATA[If You Don't Believe in Santa Claus...]]>Mon, 15 Oct 2012 18:53:25 GMThttp://santatexas.org/santas-journey/if-you-dont-believe-in-santa-claus,….you’re wrong.  Nicholas of Myra was a real person.  He is the original "Saint Nick."  He attended the Council of Nicaea in 325 C.E., listed as number 153 of the 300 or so persons in attendance, but with his name crossed through.  He was later canonized a saint by the Catholic Church and is the “patron saint” of more countries than any other.  Known through legend for his generosity, he is the “patron saint” of children, sailors, and prisoners, among many others.  When the Reformation came along, his following disappeared in all the Protestant countries except Holland, where his legend continued as Sinterklass.  Martin Luther replaced this bearer of gifts with the Christ Child, or, in German, “Christkindl.”  Over the years, that became re-pronounced “Kriss Kringle,” and ironically is now considered another name for Santa Claus.
 
The greatest Gift Giver of them all, however, is Jesus of Nazareth, the Messiah, Who freely gives Life Eternal to all who believe in Him.  John 3:16; Acts 10:34-35. 
 
The  Gospel
1) Christ died for me.  2) Christ was buried for me. 3) Christ rose from the dead for me.  (Isaiah 52:13-53:12; Psalm 16:10; 1 Corinthians 3b-8).  4) Christ will come again for me.  (Matthew 24:30-36; 40-41; John 14:1-3; Acts 1:9-11; 1 Corinthians 15:51-52; 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17; Philippians 3:20-21).

 
Have Gospel Will Travel

Paul T. Fanning                                
Ordained Christian Minister Of The Gospel Of Jesus Christ                  
(903) 352-8000
ptf@hgwt.co
 (not .com)
www.hgwt.co (not .com)

 Your questions and comments are welcome.
 That’s what  the email address and phone number are for.


  


  


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