Trainee vicar tells kids 'Santa's not real'

[teeny]

Have a look here http://amazingbibletimeline.com/bible_questions/q1_bible_who_wrote/

[SnailyBoy]

Have a look here http://amazingbibletimeline.com/bible_questions/q1_bible_who_wrote/

 

A little light on citations, don't you think?

[teeny]

A little light on citations, don't you think?

 

But is does answer your questions

[SnailyBoy]

But is does answer your questions

 

Hardly, I prefer my answers evidence based.

[RootsBooster]

That is precisely who Sinterklaas is.

Father Christmas is certainly not the same person as St Nicholas. Sinterklaas is a lot closer but still not exactly the same person.

Also Sinterklaas is celebrated at the beginning of December, rather than at the end.

[teeny]

Father Christmas is certainly not the same person as St Nicholas. Sinterklaas is a lot closer but still not exactly the same person.

Also Sinterklaas is celebrated at the beginning of December, rather than at the end.

 

Also I am sure it was called Yule not chriStmas

[1960]

Father Christmas is certainly not the same person as St Nicholas. Sinterklaas is a lot closer but still not exactly the same person.

Also Sinterklaas is celebrated at the beginning of December, rather than at the end.

 

 

 

St Nicholas is known by many names around the world, the celebration might be slightly different depending on which country you are in but they all involve the giving of gifts in celebration of the generosity of St Nicholas.

 

Christmas starts on the night of December 5th-6th, Nikolaustag, St. Nicholas Day, children leave their shoes or boots outside the front door.

 

That night, Santa Claus, Nikolaus, visits and fills them with chocolates, oranges and nuts if they’ve been good.

 

 

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.

His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle,

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”

Edited December 21, 2014 by 1960

[RootsBooster]

St Nicholas is known by many names around the world, the celebration might be slightly different depending on which country you are in but they all involve the giving of gifts in celebration of the generosity of St Nicholas.

 

Christmas starts on the night of December 5th-6th, Nikolaustag, St. Nicholas Day, children leave their shoes or boots outside the front door.

 

That night, Santa Claus, Nikolaus, visits and fills them with chocolates, oranges and nuts if they’ve been good.

 

 

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.

His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle,

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”

Cool story, your point is...?

 

Are you actually saying that there was a 4th century saint that used to fly around in a sleigh pulled by magical reindeer, climbing down chimneys and leaving gifts all over the entire planet in just one night?

Edited December 22, 2014 by RootsBooster