When I was a child, one was even honest with us. Where I come from lies have short legs. Insolence how shameless his descendants here in the U.S. and without anschwindelt to be red. No wonder the nose of my husband is like Pinocchio. "The Santa Claus of the Nightly slipped coming down the chimney to the most desirable gifts to bring." Exactly, and my grandma is the holy Christ Child. The spin but the Yanks. Without Knecht Ruprecht to now connect to the Bommel do, but how good is your Father Frost for his big bag pressed through the chimney? My husband says beard had a magic Elfenpülverchen that he and his Tail shrinks. I wonder why Santa Claus this bonfortionöse Zauberstäubchen has still not ticked in the Easter Bunny. Which would burst with joy when Puschelschwänzchen but that he could shrink his balls. Each year to have Mr. Mümmelmann how to make his colleague in the red suit, his back bent. Only the hard work with the Anpinseln and blowing and then he has to swing the things still all morning through the area. When such a powder existed and Santa Claus would bring it only by his own nose, he would not be a self-centered? My friends, this can surely be bad. If it were a self-centered Potrompete, he would Made all the evergreen Christmas tree in his own place rather than distribute them to the good earth and flunkerfreien citizens.
do what ever the people without smoke and fire? If Santa Baby as by the hood of the oven be fired? Well, since you can then do it only from my heart that it is a gas stove which he as a red Christmas Smurf from the gable of opposite floats.
How does Santa Claus actually on the roof? He bangs as Munchausen on his cannon ball through the air of the holy night while he was the formidable Elfenpülverchen draws from the backside of All? Believe it or not, but At this point the Yanks are still an exception to the truth. Here, too, on the other side of the pond, the dear, good Father Christmas reindeer drivers. I mean, he has a sled. I do not know exactly how Claus Copperfield his noble carriage carried in the ether, but I'm sure he can fill the vats with hot air which gives it the needed boost. Hot air he should find here in the land of the never resting mouths well enough. I wonder how the Americans their history of flying, diminishing, never seen before (because everything in heavenly peace sleep during Clausi presses the jaws through the chimney), show Hans Muff want. How can we credibly represent Father Christmas, if you have never seen him in person in the eye and has almost gemokkert scare the pants.
is likely, however, exactly the problem. Santa Claus can not actually look for decades in the United States. He is angry with the United States. Namely, for her sake he had to push a double layer. From the early evening of 24 to dim the morning of 25 December, he swung the whip relentlessly. "Nope," he has since thought, "My name Knecht Ruprecht and not harbor hooker Ruprecht. In addition, he received the unusual requests the Americans on the Christmas wreath. The times where he could make the Anglo-Saxon family with a small gift or a joy to be packed for a long time past and to world domination for each resident to be present paper is not enough, unfortunately. This truth can be in such a great power can not, of course, leak. Imagine even the well-nourished headline in the Press: "Santa Claus, the fax has thick. USA from the maps of the carriage-rudi rudi * deleted! "
have to cover up this disgrace spun the ancestors of the Amis, the infamous story of the chimney. Fortunately we have a herb us with Santa Claus not forfeited. Here in good old Germany we must continue to sing the Christmas eye to eye with reverent trembling voice serenading. But some do not even allow him a lofty poem, like "Dear Friend" to recite out moves that he presents and then, like a normal Christmas man the house again since leaving where he came purely through the door.
* special reindeer navigation system manufacturer TomTom
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