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bare feet: "In our family, we have a special way of transitioning the kids from receiving from Santa, to becoming a Santa. This way, the Santa construct is not a lie that gets discovered, but an unfolding series of good deeds and Christmas spirit When they are 6 or 7, whenever you see that dawning suspicion that Santa may not be a material being, that means the child is ready | take them out "for coffee" at the local wherever. We get a booth, order our drinks, and the following pronouncement is made "You sure have arown an awful lot this year. Not only are you taller, but l can see that your heart has grown, too. [ Point out 2-3 examples of empathetic behavior, consideration of people's feelings, good deeds etc, the kıd has done in the past year]. In fact, your heart has grown so much that I think you are ready to become a Santa Claus You probably have noticed that most of the Santas you see are people dressed up ike him. Some of vour friends miaht have even told you that there is no Santa. A lot of children think that, because they arent ready to BE a Santa yet, but YOU ARE Tell me the best things about Santa. What does Santa get for all of his trouble? [lead the kid from cookies to the good feeling of having done something for someone else]. Well, now YOU are ready to do your first job as a Santa!" Make sure you maintain the proper conspiratorial tone We then have the child choose someone they know-a neighbor, usually. Ihe child'S mission is to secretly, deviously, find out something that the person needs, and then provide it, wrap it, deliver it-and never reveal to the target where it came from. Being a Santa isn't about getting credit, you see. It's unselfish giving My oldest chose the "witch lady" on the corner. She really Was horrible--had a fence around the house and would never let the kids go in and get a stray ball or Frisbee. Shed yell at them to play quieter, etc--a real pill. He noticed when we drove to school that she came out every morning to get her paper in bare feet, so he decided she needed slippers. So then he had to go spy and decide how big her feet were. He hid in the bushes one Saturday, and decided she was a medium. We went to Kmart and bought warm slippers. He wrapped them up, and tagged it "merry Christmas from Santa. After dinner one evening, he slipped down to her house, and slid the package under her driveway gate. The next morning, we watched her waddle out to get the paper, pick up the present, and go inside. My son was all excited, and couldn't wait to see what would happen next. The next morning, as we drove off, there she was, out getting her paper--wearing the slippers. He was ecstatic. I had to remind him that NO ONE could ever know what he did, or he wouldn't be a Santa Over the years, he chose a good number of targets, always coming up with a unique present just for them. One year, he polished up his bike, put a new seat on it, and gave it to one of our friend's daughters. These people were and are very poor. We did ask the dad if it was ok The look on her face, when she saw the bike on the patio with a big bow on it, was almost as good as the look on my son's face When it came time for Son #2 to join the ranks, my oldest came along, and helpeo with the induction speech. They are both excellent gifters, by the way, and never felt that they had been lied to-because they were let in on the Secret of Beinga Santa geekinglikeaboss: cunningcelt: hilarious-nefarious: Source This is bloody genius
 bare feet: "In our family, we have a special way of
 transitioning the kids from receiving from
 Santa, to becoming a Santa. This way, the
 Santa construct is not a lie that gets
 discovered, but an unfolding series of
 good deeds and Christmas spirit
 When they are 6 or 7, whenever you see
 that dawning suspicion that Santa may
 not be a material being, that means the
 child is ready
 | take them out "for coffee" at the local
 wherever. We get a booth, order our
 drinks, and the following pronouncement
 is made
 "You sure have arown an awful lot this
 year. Not only are you taller, but l can see
 that your heart has grown, too. [ Point out
 2-3 examples of empathetic behavior,
 consideration of people's feelings, good
 deeds etc, the kıd has done in the past
 year]. In fact, your heart has grown so
 much that I think you are ready to
 become a Santa Claus

 You probably have noticed that most of
 the Santas you see are people dressed up
 ike him. Some of vour friends miaht have
 even told you that there is no Santa. A lot
 of children think that, because they arent
 ready to BE a Santa yet, but YOU ARE
 Tell me the best things about Santa. What
 does Santa get for all of his trouble? [lead
 the kid from cookies to the good feeling
 of having done something for someone
 else]. Well, now YOU are ready to do your
 first job as a Santa!"
 Make sure you maintain the proper
 conspiratorial tone
 We then have the child choose someone
 they know-a neighbor, usually. Ihe child'S
 mission is to secretly, deviously, find out
 something that the person needs, and
 then provide it, wrap it, deliver it-and
 never reveal to the target where it came
 from. Being a Santa isn't about getting
 credit, you see. It's unselfish giving

 My oldest chose the "witch lady" on the
 corner. She really Was horrible--had a
 fence around the house and would never
 let the kids go in and get a stray ball or
 Frisbee. Shed yell at them to play quieter,
 etc--a real pill. He noticed when we drove
 to school that she came out every
 morning to get her paper in bare feet, so
 he decided she needed slippers. So then
 he had to go spy and decide how big her
 feet were. He hid in the bushes one
 Saturday, and decided she was a
 medium. We went to Kmart and bought
 warm slippers. He wrapped them up, and
 tagged it "merry Christmas from Santa.
 After dinner one evening, he slipped down
 to her house, and slid the package under
 her driveway gate. The next morning, we
 watched her waddle out to get the paper,
 pick up the present, and go inside. My son
 was all excited, and couldn't wait to see
 what would happen next. The next
 morning, as we drove off, there she was,
 out getting her paper--wearing the
 slippers. He was ecstatic. I had to remind
 him that NO ONE could ever know what
 he did, or he wouldn't be a Santa

 Over the years, he chose a good number
 of targets, always coming up with a
 unique present just for them. One year, he
 polished up his bike, put a new seat on it,
 and gave it to one of our friend's
 daughters. These people were and are
 very poor. We did ask the dad if it was ok
 The look on her face, when she saw the
 bike on the patio with a big bow on it, was
 almost as good as the look on my son's
 face
 When it came time for Son #2 to join the
 ranks, my oldest came along, and helpeo
 with the induction speech. They are both
 excellent gifters, by the way, and never
 felt that they had been lied to-because
 they were let in on the Secret of Beinga
 Santa
geekinglikeaboss:

cunningcelt:

hilarious-nefarious:
Source

This is bloody genius

geekinglikeaboss: cunningcelt: hilarious-nefarious: Source This is bloody genius

bare feet: "In our family, we have a special way of transitioning the kids from receiving from Santa, to becoming a Santa. This way, the Santa construct is not a lie that gets discovered, but an unfolding series of good deeds and Christmas spirit When they are 6 or 7, whenever you see that dawning suspicion that Santa may not be a material being, that means the child is ready | take them out "for coffee" at the local wherever. We get a booth, order our drinks, and the following pronouncement is made "You sure have arown an awful lot this year. Not only are you taller, but l can see that your heart has grown, too. [ Point out 2-3 examples of empathetic behavior, consideration of people's feelings, good deeds etc, the kıd has done in the past year]. In fact, your heart has grown so much that I think you are ready to become a Santa Claus You probably have noticed that most of the Santas you see are people dressed up ike him. Some of vour friends miaht have even told you that there is no Santa. A lot of children think that, because they arent ready to BE a Santa yet, but YOU ARE Tell me the best things about Santa. What does Santa get for all of his trouble? [lead the kid from cookies to the good feeling of having done something for someone else]. Well, now YOU are ready to do your first job as a Santa!" Make sure you maintain the proper conspiratorial tone We then have the child choose someone they know-a neighbor, usually. Ihe child'S mission is to secretly, deviously, find out something that the person needs, and then provide it, wrap it, deliver it-and never reveal to the target where it came from. Being a Santa isn't about getting credit, you see. It's unselfish giving My oldest chose the "witch lady" on the corner. She really Was horrible--had a fence around the house and would never let the kids go in and get a stray ball or Frisbee. Shed yell at them to play quieter, etc--a real pill. He noticed when we drove to school that she came out every morning to get her paper in bare feet, so he decided she needed slippers. So then he had to go spy and decide how big her feet were. He hid in the bushes one Saturday, and decided she was a medium. We went to Kmart and bought warm slippers. He wrapped them up, and tagged it "merry Christmas from Santa. After dinner one evening, he slipped down to her house, and slid the package under her driveway gate. The next morning, we watched her waddle out to get the paper, pick up the present, and go inside. My son was all excited, and couldn't wait to see what would happen next. The next morning, as we drove off, there she was, out getting her paper--wearing the slippers. He was ecstatic. I had to remind him that NO ONE could ever know what he did, or he wouldn't be a Santa Over the years, he chose a good number of targets, always coming up with a unique present just for them. One year, he polished up his bike, put a new seat on it, and gave it to one of our friend's daughters. These people were and are very poor. We did ask the dad if it was ok The look on her face, when she saw the bike on the patio with a big bow on it, was almost as good as the look on my son's face When it came time for Son #2 to join the ranks, my oldest came along, and helpeo with the induction speech. They are both excellent gifters, by the way, and never felt that they had been lied to-because they were let in on the Secret of Beinga Santa ofmoonlightandthesun: libertarirynn: cunningcelt: hilarious-nefarious: Source This is bloody genius Love this. I’ve often thought about how to incorporate the magic of “Santa” with the real lessons in generosity as inspired by St. Nicholas. omg this is honestly such a sweet idea! Saving for future child.
 bare feet: "In our family, we have a special way of
 transitioning the kids from receiving from
 Santa, to becoming a Santa. This way, the
 Santa construct is not a lie that gets
 discovered, but an unfolding series of
 good deeds and Christmas spirit
 When they are 6 or 7, whenever you see
 that dawning suspicion that Santa may
 not be a material being, that means the
 child is ready
 | take them out "for coffee" at the local
 wherever. We get a booth, order our
 drinks, and the following pronouncement
 is made
 "You sure have arown an awful lot this
 year. Not only are you taller, but l can see
 that your heart has grown, too. [ Point out
 2-3 examples of empathetic behavior,
 consideration of people's feelings, good
 deeds etc, the kıd has done in the past
 year]. In fact, your heart has grown so
 much that I think you are ready to
 become a Santa Claus

 You probably have noticed that most of
 the Santas you see are people dressed up
 ike him. Some of vour friends miaht have
 even told you that there is no Santa. A lot
 of children think that, because they arent
 ready to BE a Santa yet, but YOU ARE
 Tell me the best things about Santa. What
 does Santa get for all of his trouble? [lead
 the kid from cookies to the good feeling
 of having done something for someone
 else]. Well, now YOU are ready to do your
 first job as a Santa!"
 Make sure you maintain the proper
 conspiratorial tone
 We then have the child choose someone
 they know-a neighbor, usually. Ihe child'S
 mission is to secretly, deviously, find out
 something that the person needs, and
 then provide it, wrap it, deliver it-and
 never reveal to the target where it came
 from. Being a Santa isn't about getting
 credit, you see. It's unselfish giving

 My oldest chose the "witch lady" on the
 corner. She really Was horrible--had a
 fence around the house and would never
 let the kids go in and get a stray ball or
 Frisbee. Shed yell at them to play quieter,
 etc--a real pill. He noticed when we drove
 to school that she came out every
 morning to get her paper in bare feet, so
 he decided she needed slippers. So then
 he had to go spy and decide how big her
 feet were. He hid in the bushes one
 Saturday, and decided she was a
 medium. We went to Kmart and bought
 warm slippers. He wrapped them up, and
 tagged it "merry Christmas from Santa.
 After dinner one evening, he slipped down
 to her house, and slid the package under
 her driveway gate. The next morning, we
 watched her waddle out to get the paper,
 pick up the present, and go inside. My son
 was all excited, and couldn't wait to see
 what would happen next. The next
 morning, as we drove off, there she was,
 out getting her paper--wearing the
 slippers. He was ecstatic. I had to remind
 him that NO ONE could ever know what
 he did, or he wouldn't be a Santa

 Over the years, he chose a good number
 of targets, always coming up with a
 unique present just for them. One year, he
 polished up his bike, put a new seat on it,
 and gave it to one of our friend's
 daughters. These people were and are
 very poor. We did ask the dad if it was ok
 The look on her face, when she saw the
 bike on the patio with a big bow on it, was
 almost as good as the look on my son's
 face
 When it came time for Son #2 to join the
 ranks, my oldest came along, and helpeo
 with the induction speech. They are both
 excellent gifters, by the way, and never
 felt that they had been lied to-because
 they were let in on the Secret of Beinga
 Santa
ofmoonlightandthesun:

libertarirynn:

cunningcelt:

hilarious-nefarious:
Source

This is bloody genius


Love this. I’ve often thought about how to incorporate the magic of “Santa” with the real lessons in generosity as inspired by St. Nicholas.

omg this is honestly such a sweet idea! Saving for future child.

ofmoonlightandthesun: libertarirynn: cunningcelt: hilarious-nefarious: Source This is bloody genius Love this. I’ve often thought a...

bare feet: "In our family, we have a special way of transitioning the kids from receiving from Santa, to becoming a Santa. This way, the Santa construct is not a lie that gets discovered, but an unfolding series of good deeds and Christmas spirit When they are 6 or 7, whenever you see that dawning suspicion that Santa may not be a material being, that means the child is ready | take them out "for coffee" at the local wherever. We get a booth, order our drinks, and the following pronouncement is made "You sure have arown an awful lot this year. Not only are you taller, but l can see that your heart has grown, too. [ Point out 2-3 examples of empathetic behavior, consideration of people's feelings, good deeds etc, the kıd has done in the past year]. In fact, your heart has grown so much that I think you are ready to become a Santa Claus You probably have noticed that most of the Santas you see are people dressed up ike him. Some of vour friends miaht have even told you that there is no Santa. A lot of children think that, because they arent ready to BE a Santa yet, but YOU ARE Tell me the best things about Santa. What does Santa get for all of his trouble? [lead the kid from cookies to the good feeling of having done something for someone else]. Well, now YOU are ready to do your first job as a Santa!" Make sure you maintain the proper conspiratorial tone We then have the child choose someone they know-a neighbor, usually. Ihe child'S mission is to secretly, deviously, find out something that the person needs, and then provide it, wrap it, deliver it-and never reveal to the target where it came from. Being a Santa isn't about getting credit, you see. It's unselfish giving My oldest chose the "witch lady" on the corner. She really Was horrible--had a fence around the house and would never let the kids go in and get a stray ball or Frisbee. Shed yell at them to play quieter, etc--a real pill. He noticed when we drove to school that she came out every morning to get her paper in bare feet, so he decided she needed slippers. So then he had to go spy and decide how big her feet were. He hid in the bushes one Saturday, and decided she was a medium. We went to Kmart and bought warm slippers. He wrapped them up, and tagged it "merry Christmas from Santa. After dinner one evening, he slipped down to her house, and slid the package under her driveway gate. The next morning, we watched her waddle out to get the paper, pick up the present, and go inside. My son was all excited, and couldn't wait to see what would happen next. The next morning, as we drove off, there she was, out getting her paper--wearing the slippers. He was ecstatic. I had to remind him that NO ONE could ever know what he did, or he wouldn't be a Santa Over the years, he chose a good number of targets, always coming up with a unique present just for them. One year, he polished up his bike, put a new seat on it, and gave it to one of our friend's daughters. These people were and are very poor. We did ask the dad if it was ok The look on her face, when she saw the bike on the patio with a big bow on it, was almost as good as the look on my son's face When it came time for Son #2 to join the ranks, my oldest came along, and helpeo with the induction speech. They are both excellent gifters, by the way, and never felt that they had been lied to-because they were let in on the Secret of Beinga Santa <p><a href="http://cunningcelt.tumblr.com/post/154582029645/hilarious-nefarious-source" class="tumblr_blog">cunningcelt</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="https://hilarious-nefarious.tumblr.com/post/154579127965/source" class="tumblr_blog">hilarious-nefarious</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://imgur.com/gallery/qHrK6">Source</a><br/></p></blockquote> <p>This is bloody genius</p> </blockquote> <p>Love this. I’ve often thought about how to incorporate the magic of “Santa” with the real lessons in generosity as inspired by St. Nicholas.</p>
 bare feet: "In our family, we have a special way of
 transitioning the kids from receiving from
 Santa, to becoming a Santa. This way, the
 Santa construct is not a lie that gets
 discovered, but an unfolding series of
 good deeds and Christmas spirit
 When they are 6 or 7, whenever you see
 that dawning suspicion that Santa may
 not be a material being, that means the
 child is ready
 | take them out "for coffee" at the local
 wherever. We get a booth, order our
 drinks, and the following pronouncement
 is made
 "You sure have arown an awful lot this
 year. Not only are you taller, but l can see
 that your heart has grown, too. [ Point out
 2-3 examples of empathetic behavior,
 consideration of people's feelings, good
 deeds etc, the kıd has done in the past
 year]. In fact, your heart has grown so
 much that I think you are ready to
 become a Santa Claus

 You probably have noticed that most of
 the Santas you see are people dressed up
 ike him. Some of vour friends miaht have
 even told you that there is no Santa. A lot
 of children think that, because they arent
 ready to BE a Santa yet, but YOU ARE
 Tell me the best things about Santa. What
 does Santa get for all of his trouble? [lead
 the kid from cookies to the good feeling
 of having done something for someone
 else]. Well, now YOU are ready to do your
 first job as a Santa!"
 Make sure you maintain the proper
 conspiratorial tone
 We then have the child choose someone
 they know-a neighbor, usually. Ihe child'S
 mission is to secretly, deviously, find out
 something that the person needs, and
 then provide it, wrap it, deliver it-and
 never reveal to the target where it came
 from. Being a Santa isn't about getting
 credit, you see. It's unselfish giving

 My oldest chose the "witch lady" on the
 corner. She really Was horrible--had a
 fence around the house and would never
 let the kids go in and get a stray ball or
 Frisbee. Shed yell at them to play quieter,
 etc--a real pill. He noticed when we drove
 to school that she came out every
 morning to get her paper in bare feet, so
 he decided she needed slippers. So then
 he had to go spy and decide how big her
 feet were. He hid in the bushes one
 Saturday, and decided she was a
 medium. We went to Kmart and bought
 warm slippers. He wrapped them up, and
 tagged it "merry Christmas from Santa.
 After dinner one evening, he slipped down
 to her house, and slid the package under
 her driveway gate. The next morning, we
 watched her waddle out to get the paper,
 pick up the present, and go inside. My son
 was all excited, and couldn't wait to see
 what would happen next. The next
 morning, as we drove off, there she was,
 out getting her paper--wearing the
 slippers. He was ecstatic. I had to remind
 him that NO ONE could ever know what
 he did, or he wouldn't be a Santa

 Over the years, he chose a good number
 of targets, always coming up with a
 unique present just for them. One year, he
 polished up his bike, put a new seat on it,
 and gave it to one of our friend's
 daughters. These people were and are
 very poor. We did ask the dad if it was ok
 The look on her face, when she saw the
 bike on the patio with a big bow on it, was
 almost as good as the look on my son's
 face
 When it came time for Son #2 to join the
 ranks, my oldest came along, and helpeo
 with the induction speech. They are both
 excellent gifters, by the way, and never
 felt that they had been lied to-because
 they were let in on the Secret of Beinga
 Santa
<p><a href="http://cunningcelt.tumblr.com/post/154582029645/hilarious-nefarious-source" class="tumblr_blog">cunningcelt</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p><a href="https://hilarious-nefarious.tumblr.com/post/154579127965/source" class="tumblr_blog">hilarious-nefarious</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p><a href="http://imgur.com/gallery/qHrK6">Source</a><br/></p></blockquote>

<p>This is bloody genius</p>
</blockquote>

<p>Love this. I’ve often thought about how to incorporate the magic of “Santa” with the real lessons in generosity as inspired by St. Nicholas.</p>

<p><a href="http://cunningcelt.tumblr.com/post/154582029645/hilarious-nefarious-source" class="tumblr_blog">cunningcelt</a>:</p><blockquo...

bare feet: It wasnt for money, but I once licked a schoolbus window for a full minute in exchange for a chocolate bar. I hope this gets seen. Havn't told many people. In 8th grade we were dissecting frogs. A kid in my lab group bet me a hundred bucks I wouldn't eat the liver. I ate the liver. Yes it was dripping in formaldehyde. Teacher saw and I managed to convince her it was nothing. That night I got so embarrassed that I called the kid and told him I didn't eat the liver and that I faked it. So technically I ate a paisonous piece of frog for nothing at all, licked 5 of my friends bare feet (I'm talking heel to toe) for $10 a pop, easiest $50 I've ever made :) would not do again: 1 drank a shot of blue Dawn dish detergent for $S in my high school biology class. I threw up green foam in the next period Wasn't for money, but I "married" a boy in elementary school for a box of Crayola Silver Swirl Crayons. Bitch didn't even pay up. A guy approached me outside my gym after a workout and paid me $100 to smell my feet. Not my finest moment, but when attending college in the early 00's, a guy who lived on my floor shaved his own head, put the resulting hair in a shopping bag, and then said that he would pay me $20 to eat all of it. I accepted. My father bet me twenty bucks I wouldn't eat half of a live bluegill...thinking my then seventeen girl guts could't do t, he was shocked when I bit the wriggling fish in half and swallowed half of it. I bought a knife with the You will be our leader, Sent naked pictures for RuneScape gold... not proud. 60m, fair deal though. Friend expelied a kidney stone. I ate it for 20 I was at a beer festival and chugged from a dump bucket that everyone would dump their beer into after tasting it. My friend paid me $10 bucks and some random guy tossed in another $5. All in all, I'd do it again. Same year some eccentric rich old lady pulled me aside at the restaurant I work at and asked me to be a waiter at her parisian style engagement party for her friend. She said I get $500. So I said sure. Arrived when she asked me to. Turns out she wanted to paint me gold glue on gold leaves to my body, and have me wear a gold thong, and only a gold thong. I did it. Got $500 bucks plus tons of tips from crazy ladies. And I only lost two points of dignity Worked retail. These Ridiculous Stories Show Just How Far People Will Go To Make a Buck
 bare feet: It wasnt for money, but I once licked a
 schoolbus window for a full minute in exchange
 for a chocolate bar.
 I hope this gets seen. Havn't told many people.
 In 8th grade we were dissecting frogs. A kid in
 my lab group bet me a hundred bucks I
 wouldn't eat the liver. I ate the liver. Yes it was
 dripping in formaldehyde. Teacher saw and I
 managed to convince her it was nothing. That
 night I got so embarrassed that I called the kid
 and told him I didn't eat the liver and that I
 faked it. So technically I ate a paisonous piece
 of frog for nothing at all,
 licked 5 of my friends bare feet (I'm talking heel
 to toe) for $10 a pop, easiest $50 I've ever
 made :)
 would not do again:
 1 drank a shot of blue Dawn dish detergent for
 $S in my high school biology class. I threw up
 green foam in the next period
 Wasn't for money, but I "married" a boy in
 elementary school for a box of Crayola Silver
 Swirl Crayons. Bitch didn't even pay up.
 A guy approached me outside my gym after a
 workout and paid me $100 to smell my feet.
 Not my finest moment, but when attending
 college in the early 00's, a guy who lived on my
 floor shaved his own head, put the resulting
 hair in a shopping bag, and then said that he
 would pay me $20 to eat all of it. I accepted.
 My father bet me twenty bucks I wouldn't eat
 half of a live bluegill...thinking my then
 seventeen girl guts could't do t, he was
 shocked when I bit the wriggling fish in half and
 swallowed half of it. I bought a knife with the
 You will be our leader,
 Sent naked pictures for RuneScape gold... not
 proud. 60m, fair deal though.
 Friend expelied a kidney stone. I ate it for 20
 I was at a beer festival and chugged from a
 dump bucket that everyone would dump their
 beer into after tasting it. My friend paid me $10
 bucks and some random guy tossed in another
 $5. All in all, I'd do it again.
 Same year some eccentric rich old lady
 pulled me aside at the restaurant I work
 at and asked me to be a waiter at her
 parisian style engagement party for her
 friend. She said I get $500. So I said
 sure. Arrived when she asked me to.
 Turns out she wanted to paint me gold
 glue on gold leaves to my body, and
 have me wear a gold thong, and only a
 gold thong. I did it. Got $500 bucks plus
 tons of tips from crazy ladies. And I only
 lost two points of dignity
 Worked retail.
These Ridiculous Stories Show Just How Far People Will Go To Make a Buck

These Ridiculous Stories Show Just How Far People Will Go To Make a Buck