At least they didn't find Santa from 1911 stuck in the fireplace.

That would be sad.

If the children weren't McCourts it might not be true. Or it might be true.

GooD LucK

Was it requesting a Colt? That would be THE gift of 1911.

...and they are all dead now.

The letter remained remarkably intact given the passage of time and was only slightly burned from fires set in the house over the years.


It's a nice story, but this part might have been worded better.

Englebert Slaptyback: The letter remained remarkably intact given the passage of time and was only slightly burned from fires set in the house over the years.

I was at my parents house the other night.
They have a horrid, plastic manger scene setup in their front yard.
Lights inside each character illuminate them at night.

The camels light was out so my father flipped the thing over to get to it.
The bouncing around made the light flicker on.

"It's a Christmas miracle!" I exclaimed.

My sister said, "Gee, I was hoping for something a little bigger than that. Something like world peace would be nice."

The "toffee apple", was that the apple gadget for 1911? What did it do?

I hope they got to die for Ireland

Dear Santa,

We want potatoes and Guinness and for the Limeys to get the fark out of our country.

URAPNIS: I was at my parents house the other night.
They have a horrid, plastic manger scene setup in their front yard.
Lights inside each character illuminate them at night.

The camels light was out so my father flipped the thing over to get to it.
The bouncing around made the light flicker on.

"It's a Christmas miracle!" I exclaimed.

My sister said, "Gee, I was hoping for something a little bigger than that. Something like world peace would be nice."

Electric Baby Jesus loves us all.

Maybe we could link this thread to the "Word first used in a Pub in Dublin" joke on the other thread?

So far as I know, they've found out since it was written by one kid - the daughter Hannah, who was often called "Annie" by her family.

That's why she signed it "H or A" - in case Santa didn't know one of the names.

DesktopHippie: That's why she signed it "H or A" - in case Santa didn't know one of the names.

Perhaps it was just that darn greedy Homeowner's Association asking for even more. Man, i HATE HoA's!!

Well I guess they didn't get what they wanted from Santa that year.
Unless it dropped out of pocket when he went down the chimbley.

Dear Santa,

Those two are dead now. Can I have their stuff??


Merry Christmas,

das

SO this is a 20 year old story the paper recycles every Christmas as their annual holiday feel-good story.

Goatspunk: ...and they are all dead now.

Dear Santa, I would like you to please kill the apostate British and their Protestant lackeys. Or a potato.

Dear Santa,

We need more pahtaytahs to feed our 16 brothers and sisters

Praise be saint Patrick

Amen

Toffee? Elitists.

Fake. It actually said "Oi, we wants some fooking whiskey you fooking wanker."

Dear Father Christmas,

What I want for Christmas is please go away.

/Found in the Taskerland ruins
//PEEEEEEEETTTTTTTEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRR!
///Loves me a ghost story at Christmas.
////And is this to obscure for FARK?

Church of Ireland, eh? I may consider joining. After all, there's one of every other block. Tithing, tipping, it's all the same, really.

What do you want for Christmas, Nikola, Jr.?

LIGHTNING!

Again?

maniac64: The "toffee apple", was that the apple gadget for 1911? What did it do?

father told stories of an orange decorated with cloves being the big boyhood holiday treat. evidently the apple / orange rivalry is long rooted in america's short yet ultraviolent history. baud rates were then unknown due to difficulties with morse code transmission.

Cute story. Probably fake

Silly kids:
1) By the time Santa is in your chimney, he already has your gifts picked out.

2) Santa determines all year long how good/bad you are and decides on your gift, again, it is a little late by now.

3) If you want something, it is better to leave the note with a bribe, like some milk/cookies/cocaine (seriously, how does Santa make it to over a billion homes in one night without a little nose candy?)

4) There is no Santa.

I did LOL that they asked for a hoodie.

But what is impressive, if the line they use is the actual one that was written (by the kids and not parents), that means 10 to 13 year olds 100 years ago had excellent spelling.

Letter to the Man in the Fireplace?

/i'm sorry
//i'm so sorry

joshua4: SO this is a 20 year old story the paper recycles every Christmas as their annual holiday feel-good story.

Yinz got to spoil everything with facts.

Damned Irish liberals. They don't even mention Jesus.

AverageAmericanGuy: At least they didn't find Santa from 1911 stuck in the fireplace.

That would be sad.



Agrees

/link hotter than in stereo.

dahmers love zombie: Did they check...you know...higher up in the chimney?

Kate: The worst thing that ever happened to me was on Christmas. Oh, God. It was so horrible. It was Christmas Eve. I was 9 years old. Me and Mom were decorating the tree, waiting for Dad to come home from work. A couple hours went by. Dad wasn't home. So Mom called the office. No answer. Christmas Day came and went, and still nothing. So the police began a search. Four or five days went by. Neither one of us could eat or sleep. Everything was falling apart. It was snowing outside. The house was freezing, so I went to try to light up the fire. That's when I noticed the smell. The firemen came and broke through the chimney top. And me and Mom were expecting them to pull out a dead cat or a bird. And instead they pulled out my father. He was dressed in a Santa Claus suit. He'd been climbing down the chimney... his arms loaded with presents. He was gonna surprise us. He slipped and broke his neck. He died instantly. And that's how I found out there was no Santa Claus.


y'know... I should've remembered that speech for that little party i was at a couple of weeks ago when the group discussion went to "when did you find out there wasn't a Santa?"

Instead I pointed to my shirt, which had a picture of Santa's head with the words "Don't stop believing!" and went on to explain how I feel about Santa Being the Personification of the Christmas spirit, the Being of charity and good will, and how I often Put on the big red suit, Paint the beard white and go bar hopping Christmas eve, because:
A: everyone wants to but Santa a Shot.
B: all the ladies want to sit in Santa's lap and wiggle around while they tell them what they want.
C: there are many sad, and lonely people out there on the holidays that need a being like Santa to open up to, to tell them what they would want better for them selves, and to confide, and to speak to and hear advice from a being that represents, to them, kindness and good will.

probesport: Was it requesting a Colt? That would be THE gift of 1911.

Or better yet, finding one in the fireplace.

URAPNIS: I was at my parents house the other night.
They have a horrid, plastic manger scene setup in their front yard.
Lights inside each character illuminate them at night.

The camels light was out so my father flipped the thing over to get to it.
The bouncing around made the light flicker on.

"It's a Christmas miracle!" I exclaimed.

My sister said, "Gee, I was hoping for something a little bigger than that. Something like world peace would be nice."

So my post cards from 1906 are less sentimental because I know I have them?

/Stop the world, I want to get off.

fake

cursive is wrong for the era, penmanship is way too sloppy and the language is all wrong

don't even get me started on the clear clay content of the paper... that wasn't used in '11