Christmas has to be a warm, well organised, caring, considerate, social occasion. So, it’s unlikely that a man could take responsibility for making it happen.
For starters, the vast majority of men don’t even think about Christmas until Christmas Eve. And when they do eventually rush into the high street at the latest possible moment, they seem genuinely surprised to discover that the only options remaining on the shelves are cheap perfume and lingerie suitable for high class tarts.
Let’s face it, Santa Claus must be a woman. If Santa was a man, all there would be under the Christmas tree are high tech’ toys …. still in the original wrappings, of course.
Another flaw in the ‘he-Santa’ argument is his apparent ability to arrive promptly every Christmas Eve. If Santa was a man, he could be relied upon to have transportation problems, get lost in all the snow and clouds and flatly refuse to ask anyone for directions.
There are lots of other reasons why Santa can’t be a man:
Men have no idea about packing bags.
Men would rather be dead than wear red velvet.
Men have no interest in stockings, unless they are being worn by an attractive female.
But, the real show-stopper is, most men simply can’t do commitment.
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 probably it,” replied the dentist “Hollandaise sauce is made with lemon juice, which is acidic and highly corrosive. It seems as though 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!”
The game show contestant was only 200 points behind the leader and about to answer the final question – worth 500 points!
“To be today’s champion,” the show’s smiling host intoned, “name two of Santa’s reindeer.”
The contestant, a man in his early thirties, gave a sigh of relief, gratified that he had drawn such an easy question. “Rudolph!” he said confidently, “and, …Olive!”
The studio audience started to applaud (like the little sign above their heads said to do), but the clapping quickly faded into mumbling, and the confused host replied, “Yes, we’ll accept Rudolph, but could you please explain… ‘Olive?!?'”
“You know,” the man circled his hand forward impatiently and began to sing, “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer – had a very shiny nose. And if you ever saw it, you would even say it glowed. *Olive,* the other reindeer…”
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