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Virginia goes north, in her mission to save Christmas.By cb summers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I won't bore you with the teeny little details of what happened after that. But here are the general outlines of it: fake young Santa was put on suspension, pending investigation, and I was arrested because he claimed that I'd attacked him. That I'd raped him, in fact. Little old me. Can you imagine that? But apparently he forgot there was a hidden camera in the room, aimed right at the throne. On the tape he was clearly a willing participant, so they released me after one night in jail. He was fired, which serves him right for being such a liar. I wasn't prosecuted, although they considered it.The children waiting in the queue line had been evacuated as soon as I started getting loud. But the store made me sign a non-disclosure agreement. So… I can't really talk about what happened or they'll sue me. Oh, and I was banned from that store for life.I also found out that the only reason he and those other department store Santas knew my name was that the elves took down everyone's name in advance and whispered it to Santa before bringing them up! Can you imagine the duplicity? We didn't use that kind of trickery back when I was an elf!But worst of all, I spent Christmas Eve in jail, which was absolutely horrible. I'd been planning all year to wait for Santa to come down my chimney. I'd be lying naked on the table next to the tree, freshly baked cookies stacked on my belly and a glass of milk between my legs. I knew I would be irresistible. But now I despaired! There was no chimney in the big communal cell they threw me in. The girls there tried to have some Christmas spirit, but it was totally the pits. I was certain that when I went home I'd find another lump of coal on my floor. But when I finally got back to my apartment late Christmas night, there were no presents at all. I'd been robbed. I must have left my door unlocked, or someone had picked the lock. I had no idea if Santa left me a present that year or not. The thieves stole all my presents. Fuckers.Anyway, the lesson I took away from that event was this: never trust a man in a Santa suit. From that moment on I would only seek out men who looked like Santa naturally. No gimmicks. No makeup. No fancy suits. Just natural, fat, jolly, white haired men. I felt certain that the forces of the universe were bringing me and Santa together, and all I needed to do was keep looking, and sooner or later I'd find him.As I said earlier, I'm an eternal optimist.SCENE 3MEET-UP AT MOOSE CAFÉAfter hanging up with Kris, I set out for the all night diner. The weather was horrible. It was snowing, and roads were nearly impassable. But in spite of my poor winter driving skills, I made it through, heedless of the wind and weather. I got there well before him. Kris took almost half an hour longer than he'd said he would. Not surprising. The North Pole is something like 1000 miles from Anchorage. Maybe he couldn't find Rudolph that night, so it was harder to make it through the storm. But whatever it was, just when I was starting to worry he wouldn't show up, I saw him walk nervously through the door. He stomped the snow off his big brown boots and hung his huge green winter coat next to the door. I'd half expected him to be wearing his Santa suit, but he was going incognito of course. He was wearing a big hand-knitted red and green sweater and a green knit cap with a big white ball of yarn on top. He looked absolutely adorable.He saw me sitting in the last booth along the window and smiled a pale, sad smile. He sat down across from me and was happy to see I'd already ordered him a great big steaming mug of cocoa. I would have ordered cookies too, but they didn't have any.There was a faraway look in his eyes. “Thanks for… helping me. It's been a crazy couple of days,” he said with his deep velvety voice.I reached out to pat the back of his big hand. “I've been there.” His skin was amazingly soft.“Yeah?” he said. “That surprises me. You look so… I don't know… innocent.”“Sometimes I feel like I am innocent. Down deep. But of course, I'm not. I'm a sex addict, same as you. I've done so many naughty things… stupid, reckless things… you have no idea.”He nodded and sipped his cocoa. We sat in silence for a while. I didn't know what to say. I'd never been a sponsor before. I wasn't sure where to start. After a while he asked, “So… you didn't speak at the meeting. What's your sob story? No, don't answer… I shouldn't pry.”I was relieved he'd started the ball rolling, so I smiled and said, “Oh, don't worry about it. My sob story is that I'm just your average, ordinary, everyday sex addict. I've been celibate for almost a year, but I spent the year before that hitchhiking around the continent, having unprotected sex with total strangers. You know, same ol' story.”His feathery white eyebrows went up with interest. “Really? Were there a lot of them?”I shrugged, “I never bothered to count at the time. But Sam told me to come up with an estimate. I'm sure it was more than a hundred. Maybe one twenty five? I don't know. It was a bit of a blur…” My cheeks were red with embarrassment.He smiled a wicked little smile. His eyes were really twinkling now. He leaned closer to me over the table, “Details, please.”This is exactly the sort of thing that sex addicts aren't supposed to do. You know, turn each other on with their lurid tales. But I wanted Kris to trust me. He needed my help. So I had to open up to him… at least a little. I decided to tell him my story, sort of. I left out the stuff I did in New York, because that all involved men in Santa suits and if I talked about those guys, eventually I would say too much, and he'd know my secret. If he knew I had a thing for guys with white beards, well, I wasn't sure what would happen, but I wasn't ready to drop that bomb just yet.“Well…” I said, “let's see. Every sex addict is chasing something. For me it was a particular man. A fantasy figure, if you will, who I was trying to find…”“Mr. Right?” he prompted. Oh, Kris understood me so well!“Yes, that's right! I was looking for my Mr. Right. I had this fixed idea in my mind of what he looked like, what he acted like, how he smelled… and I knew that I'd know him as soon as I met him. But every time I met a man who resembled this idea I had in my head… well, I was overcome with the urge to kiss him, and that usually led to more. But it seemed like the minute it was over I'd figure out he wasn't Mr. Right after all, and I'd go out in search of him all over again. It was an obsession. I lost my job as a result. Eventually, I couldn't afford to live in New York anymore so I put my treasures in storage and hit the road in a rickety old car. I drove randomly from town to town, city to city, looking for Mr. Right.”“And you found him everywhere you looked.”“Yep. I found him in stores, on streets, bars, churches, fairgrounds… everywhere. Not everyone was happy with me trying to kiss them, so I got in trouble a few times, and I kept moving. I found that biker bars and truck stops were filled with Mr. Rights. Those guys are mostly straight and mostly hedonists, so I had better luck approaching them.”“Wow,” he said, his eyes wide with amazement at my tale, “That sounds… dangerous.”“I guess. But I was lucky. I didn't get any STD's, and I went on the pill to keep from getting pregnant. And none of these guys were ever violent with me. I wouldn't have approached a scary looking man in the first place. I wouldn't kiss a man unless he was jolly.”“Jolly?” he asked with interest.“Happy, I mean. Nice faces, a good laugh. Anyway, the only times I felt in danger were a couple of orgies at biker clubs. I was only interested in Mr. Right, but sometimes his buddies would want to join in… sometimes they didn't ask. One time this guy came right up and stuck it in my… you know. Back door. Ugh. I hated that kind of thing at the time.”“But… you like it now?” he said, with a lustful twinkle in his eye.I blushed and slapped his hand, “Kris. A sex addict can get used to anything. Anyway, whenever I was making love to Mr. Right, I felt so happy that I actually wanted to please his friends. Afterwards however… I sometimes felt stupid. Cheap. Dirty.”The look of lust left his eye. I'd connected with him. “Exactly,” he said, tears suddenly welling up in his big blue eyes, “That's exactly how I feel. It's great when I'm doing it, then I cum… and bam! I realize what a total disaster my life is becoming.”I reached out to touch his rosy cheek. Oh my, his beard was soft!! Downy soft, like a fuzzy bunny! A tear fell out of his eye and ran across my thumb, sending an electric jolt through my pussy. I had to restrain myself from leaping over the tabletop to kiss him. I put my hand back down on the table, trying to control my breathing. That was a close one.“I know, Kris, I know. But it gets better. Although sometimes it gets worse before it gets better. Sometimes you just have to hit bottom before you can turn things around.” I think I heard someone say that in a movie once.He nodded and wiped his eyes on the sleeves of his sweater, “So, how did you hit bottom?”“Kris… I came here to help you, not tell you my sad story…”“It is helping me… listening to you. Honestly. I want to hear.” His azure eyes looked at me… I mean, right at me, unblinking. I don't think anyone had ever, in my whole life, looked at me that way. My heart went thumpity, thump, thump!“Well,” I said, “eventually my car broke down, and I set out on foot, hitchhiking from place to place. I knew that was dangerous so I went to a truck stop to see if I could find someone to give me a lift all the way to Alaska. You see, I'd gotten this idea in my mind that Mr. Right probably lived in or near Alaska. Anyway, I met this guy at a truck stop who not only looked just like Mr. Right, he was on his way to Anchorage! He had this big beautiful red truck and …”“Was he Jolly?” Kris asked, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief.I laughed, “Oh, yes. Jolly as hell. So I kissed him right there in the parking lot, and he took me to his truck and we fucked… oh, sorry, I don't mean to be so crude.”Kris leaned forward, speaking softly so nobody but me could possibly hear him. “Virginia… why do we use euphemisms? Why are we so ashamed to call a thing what it is? It's kind of like lying. I didn't have a dalliance with my employees. I fucked them. I stuck my cock in their mouths and up their asses. I came all over their faces. I cheated on my wife. I mean that's what I did. If we're not going to be honest, how can we ever face our mistakes?” He smiled at me, and I felt bathed in Saint Nick's radiance.I blushed, leaned in closer and continued my story, “Well, you asked for it. Here's the story, euphemism-free… Where was I…?”“He took you to his truck to fuck.” It was so weird seeing Kris Kringle's lips say that word. Weird and exciting!“Yeah, okay. I fucked Mr. Right in the back of his big cab. We fucked, and fucked, and fucked a long time. He was a great lover. Nicely shaped cock, lots of stamina, great kisser. and his mouth… oh, shit, Kris, he made me cum so hard that I can almost feel his tongue in my pussy a year and a half later! He was so perfect that after sex was over, I still thought he was Mr. Right. That had never happened before. And when I asked him if he was Mr. Right, he said he was! Joy! I thought I'd found Mr. Right… for three magical days. He'd drive for a while, then we'd fuck, then drive some more, and I'd give him a blow job… basically we did it as many times a day as he could get it up. I was in heaven. Once he pulled his truck over, and we made love a beautiful stand of Christmas pines. It would have been the happiest moment of my life if not for the fact that he was a fraud.”“How did you find out he was lying?” I could tell that the story was exciting the sex addict in Kris, but he was trying hard to stay focused on me as a friend. I really appreciated that!“I was looking through his personal stuff, trying to find something to read when I came across a little photo album. It had pictures of him and his wife and kids.”“You must have been pissed.”“No, I didn't care about that. I've always known that Mr. Right is married. I don't know if he has kids, but I wouldn't be surprised if he did. He's been married a long time. No, that's not what upset me. It was the picture of him hunting. He was standing over the body of a dead reindeer… smiling like a son of a bitch!”Kris choked on his cocoa, and a look of fury crossed his previously jolly face. “The fuck you say!”“It totally horrified me! Mr. Right is not a hunter, much less a reindeer killer. This guy was a fraud! It nearly broke my heart, Kris. So I told him to stop the truck and let me out!”“He abandoned you in the middle of nowhere?”“No. He didn't let me out. He admitted lying to me and begged my forgiveness. He said I was the only girl, other than his wife, who'd shown interest in him sexually. His wife had some sort of medical condition that made it impossible for them to have sex, so when I came along it was like a dream come true. I don't know why I let him mollify me, but I did. He said he wanted to make it up to me by driving me the rest of the way to Alaska. But I absolutely refused to spend another moment in that truck with such a big fat liar.”“So… you got out?”“No. He told me he knew Mr. Right and that he'd take me to him.”“Oh, Virginia,” Kris said with disappointment, “You fell for that?”“I was obsessed. So yes, I fell for it. But it seemed like he was keeping his word at first. He drove me to a gas station where there was a mechanic who looked just like Mr. Right. The truck driver told me to stay in the cab, and he went in to talk to Mr. Right. After a while they came back, and the mechanic came up to meet me. He stank of gasoline, and his hands were smeared with oil, but I knew it was him. I knew it was Mr. Right, just as I'd known many times before.”“You fucked him.”“Of course I fucked him. I fucked a greasy, smelly, mechanic who reeked of cigarettes just because he looked jolly. But of course, after he'd shot his wad into me I realized he wasn't the real deal, and he went away. I was used to disappointment by then so when the trucker offered to take me somewhere else to look for the real Mr. Right… well, I couldn't refuse. I wanted him to. It sounds crazy to me now, but at the time it seemed almost like the ideal situation. The trucker drove me from place to place, and he was pretty good at finding Mr. Rights. We were still heading toward Alaska, but slowly. We must have hit every truck stop we passed in Montana and Canada. I'd wait in the back of the cab, and after a while, he'd bring back Mr. Right. Sometimes several of them. But he'd only introduce one of them to me at a time. Sometimes they weren't totally what I had in mind, but just to be on the safe side, I'd at least give them a blowjob or let them take pictures of me naked. But if they looked good enough I'd let them do anything they wanted. Even fuck me up the ass, which I was beginning to enjoy.” I blushed again.“You naughty girl,” he said, with a playful leer. But I could tell he was just trying to keep the conversation light. There was a deep look of concern and compassion on his face, which warmed my heart and gave me the courage to continue.“After maybe four months of this, I saw one of the San… I mean one of the Mr. Rights giving the trucker some money. After that Mr. Right was through with me, I started thinking about that money. I searched the cab of the truck while he was taking a shit. I found a pile of money, all different sizes of bill, Canadian, American… And it finally dawned on me… I was a whore. I was a truck stop whore.”Kris reached out and took my hands in his hands. His azure eyes were wet with compassion. “I'm so sorry, Virginia.”Tears started running down my face. It was astounding. I hadn't cried about any of this. Ever. I'd always focused on the good memories. The pleasure of sex, the joy of giving men happiness, the fun of the hunt… But looking into Kris Kringle's understanding eyes… I felt all the suppressed disappointment, frustration, and shame bubbling to the surface. Tears started coming out of Kris's eyes too, and we just sat there for the longest time, holding hands and staring at each other's eyes, tears running down our faces. Then we started laughing at the absurdity of it all. It was a perfect moment. We understood each other.It was six a.m., and the first morning rush began in the Diner.I said, “We never got around to talking about you.”“No, that's okay…”“Kris, you need to unburden yourself.” More people came through the jingling door. “But we need privacy. I think we should get a room at the motel.”There was an electric look in his eyes.“No Kris, not to fuck,” I said with a laugh. “I just can't take you back to my place because it's too small, and I have roommates, and I really don't think you should go home right now. I can tell you're in crisis mode. You need to take care of this thing so it doesn't destroy you. So it doesn't mess up your business. How is that deadline thing you mentioned going?”He shook his head, “A total disaster. If I could just get back to who I used to be, I could turn this whole thing around. But every time I step a foot into the factory…”“I take it you're not the only sex addict you know.”“I'm not sure if they're sex addicts exactly. But I'm the boss. I set the tone. My problem is their problem… I guess that sounds crazy.”“Kris, we need to keep talking. Come with me.” I gently led him to the door. We put on our coats and walked out into the freezing air. It was still dark and would be dark most of the day. The sun only rose a couple of hours a day that time of year. We crunched through the snow over to the Motel. I went in and rented a room. Kris was nervous. Perhaps he was nervous that we'd end up fucking… but I think he was just afraid to tell me his story.We walked silently to our second floor room. I felt a rising wave of anticipation. I had no intention of sleeping with him, but still, somewhere deep inside, the old me was screaming, “FUCK SANTA!!” The room was small, but warm. There were two beds. We didn't take off our coats, afraid that would imply intimacy. We sat on the beds, looking at each other across the gap.Two silent minutes passed. We were both waiting for the other to begin.I cleared my throat and said, “I know you're Santa Claus.”The expression on his face… you could have knocked him over with a candy cane. That was the last thing on earth he expected me to say.“You… what?”“It's okay Kris. I know.”He looked at me for several seconds, then said, “Did you just say, ‘I know you're Santa Claus?' You're joking, right?”“Oh, don't be coy, Kris. I knew you the moment I saw you.”“Look, Virginia. I'm just a fat guy with a white beard. Sure, I look like Santa Claus I guess. But… I'm not actually…” He started to chuckle, “Oh! You're pulling my leg!”But I just looked at him as seriously as I could and said, “You're Santa Claus. Kris Kringle. Saint Nicholas. Father Christmas. Pere Noel…”“This is getting weird,” he said, shifting uncomfortably. “Please tell me you're joking.”I looked at him with compassion, “I understand. You have a secret identity to protect. I get that. But the stakes are too high for pussy footing around. Christmas is in danger! You said it yourself: if we can't be honest, how can we face our mistakes?”He stood up and started sidling to the door. “I… uh, I don't know who you think I am… but this is just too weird.” He put his hand on the doorknob.“I fuck Santas,” I said. That stopped him. He looked at me with a crazy expression. “That Mr. Right I was talking about before, well that was just a euphemism. My Mr. Right is Santa Claus. I spent two years looking for Santa and fucking anyone who resembled him. And it was all because of that lousy lump of coal you left on my floor three years ago.”An angry look flashed in his eyes, “What are you… what is this? Oh, I get this, you've been chasing me because I look like Santa, is that it? What kind of freak are you?”I felt calm. More calm than any time in my life. I knew what I had to say. It would hurt, but I had to do it. I had to get through to him somehow.“Why did you leave me that lump of coal, Kris? I mean, I know you like my cookies, but that was pretty harsh. It sort of fucked up my life, you know? I lost my job. I lost my innocence. I left my family and friends behind to chase you across the continent, just so I could apologize for offending you. It wasn't all your fault, and I'm glad I finally found you… but still, I want to know. Why the lump of coal? Was I really that naughty?”He opened the door, his face contorting in rage, confusion, and shame. He walked stiffly out into the falling snowflakes. I followed slowly and calmly. I leaned on the railing as I watched him stumble down the icy stairs and storm across the parking lot below me. He slipped on a patch of ice and fell on his back with a bang. Then he just lay there, hands on his face, sobbing like a baby. I calmly walked down the stairs and carefully across the slick parking lot. I squatted next to him.“Come back inside.” I pulled his hand from his sobbing face, helped him to his feet and led him slowly back to the room. This time I sat next to him on the bed, my arm around his back.He sobbed for a while then began to blubber, “You threw the tree out the window!”“So, it wasn't the cookies after all!” I said in surprise.“No. I love your cookies. But I have this thing about Christmas trees. It really pissed me off, you know? I have issues, I guess. I was intending to give you a cooking set…”“Cooking set,” I said the same time he did, “Yeah, that's right. I asked for a cooking set with red enamel and little dancing elves on the side…”He sniffed, “Yes, just so. I felt so bad about the coal, I kept the cooking set all year, just so I could give it to you the following Christmas.”I smiled. “Really? You gave me a present?”“What…? Didn't you get it?”“I was burglarized, Kris. They took everything.”“Oh no…” he said with a horrified expression on his face, “I'm so sorry… I didn't know… Oh, you should have seen it! It was beautiful! The elves spent twenty whole minutes making it for you.”I gave him a squeeze, “That's okay. I guess I deserved to have it stolen. I was extra naughty that year. And I'm sorry about the tree. More than you even know. All my ornaments were on that tree. Some of them belonged to my grandma. She brought them all the way from Iceland.”“Anna? I remember her. She was very nice.”“I'm sorry about everything Kris. I shouldn't have listened to my sister.”“Stephanie, eh? She was always the naughty one in your house. But I gave her presents anyway because the rest of you were so good. What did Stephanie do?”“She said my parents were sneaking into my apartment leaving presents for me from you.”He laughed, “And you believed that?”“I'm sorry, Santa.” He put his arm over my shoulder and hugged me into his side.“I'm sorry too, Virginia.”I threw my arms around Kris Kringle and hopped on his lap. I hugged him so hard, if he'd been anyone other than Father Christmas, I'd have crushed his bones. But Kris hugged me back with his strong, ancient arms. I looked into his weeping blue eyes and tenderly kissed his eyelids, feeling his magical tears wet on my lips. Then I kissed his face, slowly, peck-by-peck, down his nose and rosy cheeks until our lips met. His silky beard softy tickled my face. We kissed slowly, almost shyly at first but the passion between us was building fast. I felt an erection growing in his pants. A very BIG one, in fact!I hopped off his lap and said, “We can't do this Kris. Not now. Not yet.”“Virginia,” he said, his deep voice thick with lust, “I want to make love to you so bad.”“I know, I know,” I said, giving him a kiss on his rosy cheek. “But not until we save Christmas.”That night Kris Kringle laid down on the other bed and told me everything. If you thought my story was crazy. Wait till you hear his!SCENE 4SANTA'S SLOW DESCENT INTO DEPRAVITYMy world has always been one of wonder and joy, music, snow, the laughter of children and good will to men. But all good things must come to an end, they say.My slow descent into depravity all began with the sex toys.They weren't my idea. They were Mary's. That's Mrs. Claus to you. I met my wife so long ago, I could hardly remember what made me fall in love with her in the first place, although it was probably her beauty. We were happy in those golden days of yore, but for the last fifty years or so, we'd been sort of going through the motions. We barely had anything to say to each other anymore. People change, I guess, even immortals.We weren't intimate anymore. Hell, we hadn't had sex since 1985. And that was only because we'd just gone to see 'Santa Claus, the Movie', and she was happy about how good she came off in the film. After drinking a bit too much hot toddy that evening, she started getting frisky. Well, that was fine with me. I'd always thought she was a beautiful woman. She doesn't look like they always depict her, you know. She hasn't aged a day since the moment I fell in love with her on that Bavarian mountainside in 1702. She still looked twenty-two, with red hair and a shapely figure, long legs, beautiful ass and large breasts. Absolutely 'smoking' hot', as they say these days. She was a tall girl, almost six foot three. In heels, she towered over me. A true Bavarian beauty! So when she started getting feisty after the movie, I looked forward to a good old-fashioned roll in the snow, but it was just as disappointing as ever. She quickly lost interest, and I couldn't maintain an erection. It was a dud all around. To tell you the truth, Mary had always been a bit of a cold fish. For the first hundred years or so she'd indulged my passions, but she'd never seemed all that interested in sex. Or at least not that interested in having sex with me. Why else would we have been childless after two centuries together, the only two humans at the North Pole? We stopped having sex entirely after that sad encounter.So when, just over a year ago, Mary came to me with the sex toy idea, well… I was just flat out flabbergasted.She called me into her plush office on the third floor. She was sitting at her computer, her red hair pulled up into the enormous bun she liked to wear. I so much preferred when she let her hair down, but it had been in a bun since the mid-seventies. She was looking particularly fetching that day in a tight red dress with white fur lining. It was low cut. She hadn't dressed that way for ages. My eyes twinkled at the almost forgotten sight of her cleavage. But I knew she'd dressed up for a reason. The last time she did this she'd talked me into building her this office, which was three times larger than my own. She was a very persuasive woman!“Kris, we need to expand. We're reaching the kids, yes, but as soon as some idiot tells them you don't exist, well, they stop writing.”“I know, Mary, but the world population is growing every year. I'm not sure it's a good idea to expand. I'm not sure it's even possible to find more believers.”“Kris, just hear me out.” She pushed a button on her computer, and a group of female elves scampered out of a tiny little door. They began to turn a series of cranks, lowering an enormous projection screen over the crystal windows that lined one wall of her office. Then a PowerPoint presentation came on. The first slide was a complicated flowchart. Mary flashed me her best smile and said, “As you can see from this chart here, the age of disbelief is getting younger and younger, outpacing the increasing population. Manufacturing facility four and five have gone unused for almost ten years! You don't want to even know how many elves have been living off the dole, waiting for work to pick up. It's not a good situation.”This wasn't news to me. “Well, what do you have in mind? We've tried everything to keep kids believing. Cartoon shows, video games, promotional toys at fast food joints… but it's just not working.”She flipped to another slide, “Not exactly true, Kris. This slide shows that there is a significant population of adult women who still believe in you. Almost twenty million, based on this list of believers.”“Yes I know. Women tend to have a greater capacity for magical thinking. But the majority of them don't write letters after they grow up. We only deliver presents to people who ask.”To be continued..By cb summers for Literotica

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Écoutez la légende du Père Noël ! Chaque jour de décembre jusqu'à Noël, découvrez un nouvel épisode qui vous plonge dans le parcours de Nicolas : de son village enneigé jusqu'à devenir le célèbre Père Noël que nous connaissons tous.

Écoutez la légende du Père Noël ! Chaque jour de décembre jusqu'à Noël, découvrez un nouvel épisode qui vous plonge dans le parcours de Nicolas : de son village enneigé jusqu'à devenir le célèbre Père Noël que nous connaissons tous.

Welcome to the Instant Trivia podcast episode 1250, where we ask the best trivia on the Internet. Round 1. Category: Run For The Border 1: From Peshawar,Pakistan. Afghanistan. 2: From Santiago,Chile. Argentina. 3: Why not from Minot, U.S.A., population 35,000. Canada. 4: From Baghdad,Iraq. Iran. 5: From Mombasa,Kenya. Tanzania. Round 2. Category: Larry King'S Public Figures 1: Tonight, the wooden teeth--fact or fiction? Also, his 1754 Fort Necessity battle loss...Mt. Vernon, hello. George Washington. 2: I'm all shook up about my next guest and the caller is from his hometown...Tupelo, MS., hello?. Elvis Presley. 3: At the bottom of the hour, bet you won't miss my chat with this all time "hit king" of baseball...Cincinnati, hello?. Pete Rose. 4: A special Larry King tonight this "wubbulous" children's author and his thoughts on Rosie starring in his big Broadway show. Dr. Seuss. 5: He was 77 when he returned to space in '98; he talks to us now via satellite from Ohio. John Glenn. Round 3. Category: Blunt Bios Of Brand Mascots 1: A bald housekeeper with a hoop earring and the biceps of a Greek god. Mr. Clean. 2: A bird, once plagued by anger management issues, who never stops quacking about insurance. the AFLAC duck. 3: A giant beverage pitcher with legs who often causes property damage. the Kool-Aid Man. 4: A mustachioed cartoon man, currently lacking a mouth to eat the potato crisps he sells. (the) Pringles (guy) (Julius Pringle). 5: A puffy French creature made of tires who bears an unsettling resemblance to a mummy. the Michelin Man. Round 4. Category: World Of Christmas 1: For 9 days before Christmas, Latin American children try to break open these colorful paper figures containing candy. Pinatas. 2: In the Low Countries, St. Nicholas arrives to deliver presents on a boat from this Iberian country. Spain. 3: In Great Britain, this woman gives a special Christmas Day message on TV. The Queen. 4: Rather than stockings, French children put these in front of the fireplace so "Pere Noel" can fill them with gifts. Shoes. 5: In Sweden the Christmas season begins on December 13, this saint's day. St. Lucia. Round 5. Category: I Need A Hero 1: "Show me a hero", wrote Fitzgerald, "and I will write you" one of these dramas. a tragedy. 2: This mythic Wild West hero invented the lasso, rode a cyclone and married a girl named Slue-Foot Sue. Pecos Bill. 3: Dickens work where you'll find "whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life…these pages must show". David Copperfield. 4: Preparing for one more Antarctic journey, this heroic explorer died on the isl. of S. Georgia in 1922 and is buried there. Ernest Shackleton. 5: Raised by animals, Enkidu was a companion of this Sumerian hero. Gilgamesh. Thanks for listening! Come back tomorrow for more exciting trivia!Special thanks to https://blog.feedspot.com/trivia_podcasts/ AI Voices used

Petit Lapin et sa famille préparent la décoration de Noël sans oublier l'étoile sur le haut du sapin.

Aujourd'hui dans l'histoire, Stone cold rencontre le père-noël, The rock vs Undertaker et Sable en mère Noël dans une épisode divertissante de monday night raw dans les années 90. Joyeux Noël aux auditeurs, de joyeuses fêtes et beaucoup de santé. Ont se revoient en 2024 et ne manquez pas nos podcast bonus des fêtes. Pour nous suivre : ⁠⁠ / entre2chaise⁠ ⁠. .. ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://twitter.com/deuxmetal?s=11⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ . ⁠⁠ / entre2chaisesde⁠ ⁠. .. ⁠⁠ / entredeuxchaisesdem⁠ ⁠. .. . ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://podcasts.apple.com/ca/podcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. .. ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://baladoquebec.ca/entre-deux-ch⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. .. ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://open.spotify.com/show/2YZzSL3⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. .. ⁠⁠ / canad⁠ ⁠. .. ⁠⁠ / lwalivewrest⁠ ⁠. .. Arriba!

Une histoire écrite par Benjamin Muller et Céline Kallmann, interprétée par Céline Kallmann, réalisation et musiques Alexandre Ferreira, production Benjamin Muller.  Générique : Vlad Gluschenko - Time.  Retrouvez Encore une histoire sur Instagram, Facebook et Twitter.

Petit Lapin et sa famille préparent la décoration de Noël sans oublier l'étoile sur le haut du sapin.

Get a little groovy this holiday season! #JoinTheTalk for a Cajun  Christmas with Bruce Campbell! It's the 2022 Hallmark Christmas movie “My Southern Family Christmas.” learn the meaning of the season the Pere Noel way, experience the magic of forgiveness and redemption on the bayou, and witness a big city girl learning to embrace the slow comfort of small-town living. Bailey, Eric, Ty, and Mike take a bite of this home-baked meat pie and decide whether it's a Groovy Christmas or not! Merry Christmas to all til I saw you some mo!Hear a very special message from Selena and Paul, the creative team behind the grooviest fest in the world; Brucefest! Get ready to go viral with BruceFest virtual on March 24th, pre sale tickets available now!Support the showMake sure to follow @CultTalkNet on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, and YouTube for more Groovy content!Check out Cult of Campbell every other Monday for a groovy dose of Bruce Campbell!For more information on Virtual Brucefest on March 24th visit BruceFest.Co and follow @Brucefestofficial on Instagram.#QuestionEverything every other Tuesday with Cult Talks: Conspiracy! where we dive deep into the dark corners of the fringe. Explore the vast worlds of Fantasy and Sci-Fi with our long-form exploration podcast, Cult of Lore! You can find FULL videos of Cult of Lore as well at youtube.com/CultTalkNet.#JoinTheTalk

Une histoire écrite par Benjamin Muller et Céline Kallmann, interprétée par Céline Kallmann, réalisation et musiques Alexandre Ferreira, production Benjamin Muller.  Générique : Vlad Gluschenko - Time.  Retrouvez Encore une histoire sur Instagram, Facebook et Twitter.

Une histoire écrite par Benjamin Muller et Céline Kallmann, interprétée par Céline Kallmann, réalisation et musiques Alexandre Ferreira, production Benjamin Muller.  Générique : Vlad Gluschenko - Time.  Retrouvez Encore une histoire sur Instagram, Facebook et Twitter.

Pere Noel arrive en advance.

Encore une heure de classe avant le week-end et Walid compte bien la rendre mémorable en compagnie de Raoul Reyers. Deux élèves sont appelés au tableau pour y présenter leurs exposés : Anthony Circus s'interroge sur la fâcheuse tendance que l'on a à se mettre dans de beaux-draps et Louise Denef sur l'incapacité humaine de vivre en paix. Au programme de Walid également : le Père Noël est une ordure, James Bond, Saint-Nicolas, un peu de physique et surtout beaucoup d'humour. Merci pour votre écoute Salut les copions, c'est également en direct tous les jours de la semaine de 16h à 17h sur www.rtbf.be/lapremiere Retrouvez tous les épisodes de Salut les copions sur notre plateforme Auvio.be : https://auvio.rtbf.be/emission/19688 Et si vous avez apprécié ce podcast, n'hésitez pas à nous donner des étoiles ou des commentaires, cela nous aide à le faire connaître plus largement.

Une histoire écrite par Benjamin Muller et Céline Kallmann, interprétée par Céline Kallmann, réalisation et musiques Alexandre Ferreira, production Benjamin Muller.  Générique : Vlad Gluschenko - Time.  Retrouvez Encore une histoire sur Instagram, Facebook et Twitter.

Une histoire écrite par Benjamin Muller et Céline Kallmann, interprétée par Céline Kallmann, réalisation et musiques Alexandre Ferreira, production Benjamin Muller.  Générique : Vlad Gluschenko - Time.  Retrouvez Encore une histoire sur Instagram, Facebook et Twitter.

Somehow we're already at the end of 2022, so it's time for our top picks. But first we open with a brief discussion/description of cat wanking, and then move on to our honourable mentions. And then on to the Top 10s, with the usual TUP tomfoolery and tangents. Strap in, its a long one. Aadil had Amundsen's Hopbliminal Messages NEIPA, then the Wild Beer's Mile Maker Oat Pale Ale and a cheeky St Ives Zennor Oatmeal Stout. Ben had a couple of collabs, the Newtown Park x Arbor Deep Dive Oyster Stout and then the New Bristol Brewery x Fallen Acorn Salted Caramel Popcorn Stout. Lucy started with the Saint Bernardus Christmas Ale, and then Dupuisson's Bush de Noel Winter Ale, rounding the night out with De Ranke's Pere Noel.

Ciné-Chat'#24 : "Le père Noél est une ordure" le podcast, juste à temps pour les fêtes. Avec les podcasteurs/experts Jeff Domenech, Gilles et Jean Veber. SVP likez, partagez, commentez, followez, souscrivez partout où l'on écoute des podcasts, merci.

Has anyone ever seen the Christmas classic, The Santa Clause? It's one of our family's favorite go-to movies during the Christmas season and one of the parts of the movie that gets my kids to giggle every time is the part where Tim Allen is interrogated and asked, very firmly I might add, what his name is. The interrogator is looking for him to say Scot Calvin, but his response instead…Kris Kringle, Sinterklass, Pere Noel, Babbo Natale, Pierse Nicole, Topo Gigio…which, by the way, is an Italian mouse, but that's not the point. The focus of today's episode is not on the many names of Santa, but the big question mark around the first name of his wife, Mrs. Claus. What is her first name? Does she have a first name? And why don't we know more? Well, let's find out, Merry Christmas, everyone. This is the Missing Chapter. Go to The Missing Chapter Podcast website for more information, previous episodes, and professional development opportunities. Click here to send us a voice message of your name, where you're from, what your favorite MC story is and be featured on an upcoming episode! Don't forget to click subscribe! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/themissingchapter/support

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INTERVIEW - Virginie Girod reçoit l'historienne Nadine Cretin, spécialiste des fêtes et des traditions. Autrice de "Histoire du Père Noël" (Editions Le Pérégrinateur), Nadine Cretin raconte les origines de ce personnage mythique, dont tous les enfants attendent le passage le soir du 24 décembre. Saint-Nicolas est-il l'ancêtre du père Noël ? Quels sont les miracles ou les pouvoirs qui lui sont attribués dans les différentes traditions ? Et comment en est-on arrivé au Père Noël tel qu'on le connaît aujourd'hui, vêtu de rouge, avec sa barbe blanche et son bonnet ? "Le père Noël a beaucoup changé, et au fil du temps il a pris un côté consumériste, mais il est toujours associé à un bonheur particulier", précise Nadine Cretin.Sujets abordés : histoire des fêtes et traditions occidentales - origines du Père Noël - histoires pour enfants - Saint-Nicolas

Tara & Ryan check out a tale of involuntary manslaughter at the holidays! And talk a lot about Mrs. Doubtfire.  It's Kris Kringle!  It's Pere Noel.  It's Topo Gigio!  It's The Santa Clause! T&R Hotline: (707) 968-7731 Email: TRPrincessDiaries@gmail.com Twitter: @TRPDiaries Instagram: @TRPrincessDiariesFacebook: www.facebook.com/groups/trprincessdiaries/ Art by Carley McConnell https://www.instagram.com/ani.empire/ Theme Song: "Realm Daytime" by PeriTune Villians Ranking Theme: "Science Function" by Trey VanZandt 

Virginia goes north, in her mission to save Christmas.By cb summers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.I won't bore you with the teeny little details of what happened after that. But here are the general outlines of it: fake young Santa was put on suspension, pending investigation, and I was arrested because he claimed that I'd attacked him. That I'd raped him, in fact. Little old me. Can you imagine that? But apparently he forgot there was a hidden camera in the room, aimed right at the throne. On the tape he was clearly a willing participant, so they released me after one night in jail. He was fired, which serves him right for being such a liar. I wasn't prosecuted, although they considered it. The children waiting in the queue line had been evacuated as soon as I started getting loud. But the store made me sign a non-disclosure agreement. So… I can't really talk about what happened or they'll sue me. Oh, and I was banned from that store for life.I also found out that the only reason he and those other department store Santas knew my name was that the elves took down everyone's name in advance and whispered it to Santa before bringing them up! Can you imagine the duplicity? We didn't use that kind of trickery back when I was an elf!But worst of all, I spent Christmas Eve in jail, which was absolutely horrible. I'd been planning all year to wait for Santa to come down my chimney. I'd be lying naked on the table next to the tree, freshly baked cookies stacked on my belly and a glass of milk between my legs. I knew I would be irresistible. But now I despaired! There was no chimney in the big communal cell they threw me in. The girls there tried to have some Christmas spirit, but it was totally the pits. I was certain that when I went home I'd find another lump of coal on my floor. But when I finally got back to my apartment late Christmas night, there were no presents at all. I'd been robbed. I must have left my door unlocked, or someone had picked the lock. I had no idea if Santa left me a present that year or not. The thieves stole all my presents. Fuckers.Anyway, the lesson I took away from that event was this: never trust a man in a Santa suit. From that moment on I would only seek out men who looked like Santa naturally. No gimmicks. No makeup. No fancy suits. Just natural, fat, jolly, white haired men. I felt certain that the forces of the universe were bringing me and Santa together, and all I needed to do was keep looking, and sooner or later I'd find him.As I said earlier, I'm an eternal optimist.SCENE 3MEET-UP AT MOOSE CAFÉAfter hanging up with Kris, I set out for the all night diner. The weather was horrible. It was snowing, and roads were nearly impassable. But in spite of my poor winter driving skills, I made it through, heedless of the wind and weather. I got there well before him. Kris took almost half an hour longer than he'd said he would. Not surprising. The North Pole is something like 1000 miles from Anchorage. Maybe he couldn't find Rudolph that night, so it was harder to make it through the storm. But whatever it was, just when I was starting to worry he wouldn't show up, I saw him walk nervously through the door. He stomped the snow off his big brown boots and hung his huge green winter coat next to the door. I'd half expected him to be wearing his Santa suit, but he was going incognito of course. He was wearing a big hand-knitted red and green sweater and a green knit cap with a big white ball of yarn on top. He looked absolutely adorable.He saw me sitting in the last booth along the window and smiled a pale, sad smile. He sat down across from me and was happy to see I'd already ordered him a great big steaming mug of cocoa. I would have ordered cookies too, but they didn't have any.There was a faraway look in his eyes. “Thanks for… helping me. It's been a crazy couple of days,” he said with his deep velvety voice.I reached out to pat the back of his big hand. “I've been there.” His skin was amazingly soft.“Yeah?” he said. “That surprises me. You look so… I don't know… innocent.”“Sometimes I feel like I am innocent. Down deep. But of course, I'm not. I'm a sex addict, same as you. I've done so many naughty things… stupid, reckless things… you have no idea.”He nodded and sipped his cocoa. We sat in silence for a while. I didn't know what to say. I'd never been a sponsor before. I wasn't sure where to start. After a while he asked, “So… you didn't speak at the meeting. What's your sob story? No, don't answer… I shouldn't pry.”I was relieved he'd started the ball rolling, so I smiled and said, “Oh, don't worry about it. My sob story is that I'm just your average, ordinary, everyday sex addict. I've been celibate for almost a year, but I spent the year before that hitchhiking around the continent, having unprotected sex with total strangers. You know, same ol' story.”His feathery white eyebrows went up with interest. “Really? Were there a lot of them?”I shrugged, “I never bothered to count at the time. But Sam told me to come up with an estimate. I'm sure it was more than a hundred. Maybe one twenty five? I don't know. It was a bit of a blur…” My cheeks were red with embarrassment.He smiled a wicked little smile. His eyes were really twinkling now. He leaned closer to me over the table, “Details, please.”This is exactly the sort of thing that sex addicts aren't supposed to do. You know, turn each other on with their lurid tales. But I wanted Kris to trust me. He needed my help. So I had to open up to him… at least a little. I decided to tell him my story, sort of. I left out the stuff I did in New York, because that all involved men in Santa suits and if I talked about those guys, eventually I would say too much, and he'd know my secret. If he knew I had a thing for guys with white beards, well, I wasn't sure what would happen, but I wasn't ready to drop that bomb just yet.“Well…” I said, “let's see. Every sex addict is chasing something. For me it was a particular man. A fantasy figure, if you will, who I was trying to find…”“Mr. Right?” he prompted. Oh, Kris understood me so well!“Yes, that's right! I was looking for my Mr. Right. I had this fixed idea in my mind of what he looked like, what he acted like, how he smelled… and I knew that I'd know him as soon as I met him. But every time I met a man who resembled this idea I had in my head… well, I was overcome with the urge to kiss him, and that usually led to more. But it seemed like the minute it was over I'd figure out he wasn't Mr. Right after all, and I'd go out in search of him all over again. It was an obsession. I lost my job as a result. Eventually, I couldn't afford to live in New York anymore so I put my treasures in storage and hit the road in a rickety old car. I drove randomly from town to town, city to city, looking for Mr. Right.”“And you found him everywhere you looked.”“Yep. I found him in stores, on streets, bars, churches, fairgrounds… everywhere. Not everyone was happy with me trying to kiss them, so I got in trouble a few times, and I kept moving. I found that biker bars and truck stops were filled with Mr. Rights. Those guys are mostly straight and mostly hedonists, so I had better luck approaching them.”“Wow,” he said, his eyes wide with amazement at my tale, “That sounds… dangerous.”“I guess. But I was lucky. I didn't get any STD's, and I went on the pill to keep from getting pregnant. And none of these guys were ever violent with me. I wouldn't have approached a scary looking man in the first place. I wouldn't kiss a man unless he was jolly.”“Jolly?” he asked with interest.“Happy, I mean. Nice faces, a good laugh. Anyway, the only times I felt in danger were a couple of orgies at biker clubs. I was only interested in Mr. Right, but sometimes his buddies would want to join in… sometimes they didn't ask. One time this guy came right up and stuck it in my… you know. Back door. Ugh. I hated that kind of thing at the time.”“But… you like it now?” he said, with a lustful twinkle in his eye.I blushed and slapped his hand, “Kris. A sex addict can get used to anything. Anyway, whenever I was making love to Mr. Right, I felt so happy that I actually wanted to please his friends. Afterwards however… I sometimes felt stupid. Cheap. Dirty.”The look of lust left his eye. I'd connected with him. “Exactly,” he said, tears suddenly welling up in his big blue eyes, “That's exactly how I feel. It's great when I'm doing it, then I cum… and bam! I realize what a total disaster my life is becoming.”I reached out to touch his rosy cheek. Oh my, his beard was soft!! Downy soft, like a fuzzy bunny! A tear fell out of his eye and ran across my thumb, sending an electric jolt through my pussy. I had to restrain myself from leaping over the tabletop to kiss him. I put my hand back down on the table, trying to control my breathing. That was a close one.“I know, Kris, I know. But it gets better. Although sometimes it gets worse before it gets better. Sometimes you just have to hit bottom before you can turn things around.” I think I heard someone say that in a movie once.He nodded and wiped his eyes on the sleeves of his sweater, “So, how did you hit bottom?”“Kris… I came here to help you, not tell you my sad story…”“It is helping me… listening to you. Honestly. I want to hear.” His azure eyes looked at me… I mean, right at me, unblinking. I don't think anyone had ever, in my whole life, looked at me that way. My heart went thumpity, thump, thump!“Well,” I said, “eventually my car broke down, and I set out on foot, hitchhiking from place to place. I knew that was dangerous so I went to a truck stop to see if I could find someone to give me a lift all the way to Alaska. You see, I'd gotten this idea in my mind that Mr. Right probably lived in or near Alaska. Anyway, I met this guy at a truck stop who not only looked just like Mr. Right, he was on his way to Anchorage! He had this big beautiful red truck and …”“Was he Jolly?” Kris asked, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief.I laughed, “Oh, yes. Jolly as hell. So I kissed him right there in the parking lot, and he took me to his truck and we fucked… oh, sorry, I don't mean to be so crude.”Kris leaned forward, speaking softly so nobody but me could possibly hear him. “Virginia… why do we use euphemisms? Why are we so ashamed to call a thing what it is? It's kind of like lying. I didn't have a dalliance with my employees. I fucked them. I stuck my cock in their mouths and up their asses. I came all over their faces. I cheated on my wife. I mean that's what I did. If we're not going to be honest, how can we ever face our mistakes?” He smiled at me, and I felt bathed in Saint Nick's radiance.I blushed, leaned in closer and continued my story, “Well, you asked for it. Here's the story, euphemism-free… Where was I…?”“He took you to his truck to fuck.” It was so weird seeing Kris Kringle's lips say that word. Weird and exciting!“Yeah, okay. I fucked Mr. Right in the back of his big cab. We fucked, and fucked, and fucked a long time. He was a great lover. Nicely shaped cock, lots of stamina, great kisser. and his mouth… oh, shit, Kris, he made me cum so hard that I can almost feel his tongue in my pussy a year and a half later! He was so perfect that after sex was over, I still thought he was Mr. Right. That had never happened before. And when I asked him if he was Mr. Right, he said he was! Joy! I thought I'd found Mr. Right… for three magical days. He'd drive for a while, then we'd fuck, then drive some more, and I'd give him a blow job… basically we did it as many times a day as he could get it up. I was in heaven. Once he pulled his truck over, and we made love a beautiful stand of Christmas pines. It would have been the happiest moment of my life if not for the fact that he was a fraud.”“How did you find out he was lying?” I could tell that the story was exciting the sex addict in Kris, but he was trying hard to stay focused on me as a friend. I really appreciated that!“I was looking through his personal stuff, trying to find something to read when I came across a little photo album. It had pictures of him and his wife and kids.”“You must have been pissed.”“No, I didn't care about that. I've always known that Mr. Right is married. I don't know if he has kids, but I wouldn't be surprised if he did. He's been married a long time. No, that's not what upset me. It was the picture of him hunting. He was standing over the body of a dead reindeer… smiling like a son of a bitch!”Kris choked on his cocoa, and a look of fury crossed his previously jolly face. “The fuck you say!”“It totally horrified me! Mr. Right is not a hunter, much less a reindeer killer. This guy was a fraud! It nearly broke my heart, Kris. So I told him to stop the truck and let me out!”“He abandoned you in the middle of nowhere?”“No. He didn't let me out. He admitted lying to me and begged my forgiveness. He said I was the only girl, other than his wife, who'd shown interest in him sexually. His wife had some sort of medical condition that made it impossible for them to have sex, so when I came along it was like a dream come true. I don't know why I let him mollify me, but I did. He said he wanted to make it up to me by driving me the rest of the way to Alaska. But I absolutely refused to spend another moment in that truck with such a big fat liar.”“So… you got out?”“No. He told me he knew Mr. Right and that he'd take me to him.”“Oh, Virginia,” Kris said with disappointment, “You fell for that?”“I was obsessed. So yes, I fell for it. But it seemed like he was keeping his word at first. He drove me to a gas station where there was a mechanic who looked just like Mr. Right. The truck driver told me to stay in the cab, and he went in to talk to Mr. Right. After a while they came back, and the mechanic came up to meet me. He stank of gasoline, and his hands were smeared with oil, but I knew it was him. I knew it was Mr. Right, just as I'd known many times before.”“You fucked him.”“Of course I fucked him. I fucked a greasy, smelly, mechanic who reeked of cigarettes just because he looked jolly. But of course, after he'd shot his wad into me I realized he wasn't the real deal, and he went away. I was used to disappointment by then so when the trucker offered to take me somewhere else to look for the real Mr. Right… well, I couldn't refuse. I wanted him to. It sounds crazy to me now, but at the time it seemed almost like the ideal situation. The trucker drove me from place to place, and he was pretty good at finding Mr. Rights. We were still heading toward Alaska, but slowly. We must have hit every truck stop we passed in Montana and Canada. I'd wait in the back of the cab, and after a while, he'd bring back Mr. Right. Sometimes several of them. But he'd only introduce one of them to me at a time. Sometimes they weren't totally what I had in mind, but just to be on the safe side, I'd at least give them a blowjob or let them take pictures of me naked. But if they looked good enough I'd let them do anything they wanted. Even fuck me up the ass, which I was beginning to enjoy.” I blushed again.“You naughty girl,” he said, with a playful leer. But I could tell he was just trying to keep the conversation light. There was a deep look of concern and compassion on his face, which warmed my heart and gave me the courage to continue.“After maybe four months of this, I saw one of the San… I mean one of the Mr. Rights giving the trucker some money. After that Mr. Right was through with me, I started thinking about that money. I searched the cab of the truck while he was taking a shit. I found a pile of money, all different sizes of bill, Canadian, American… And it finally dawned on me… I was a whore. I was a truck stop whore.”Kris reached out and took my hands in his hands. His azure eyes were wet with compassion. “I'm so sorry, Virginia.”Tears started running down my face. It was astounding. I hadn't cried about any of this. Ever. I'd always focused on the good memories. The pleasure of sex, the joy of giving men happiness, the fun of the hunt… But looking into Kris Kringle's understanding eyes… I felt all the suppressed disappointment, frustration, and shame bubbling to the surface. Tears started coming out of Kris's eyes too, and we just sat there for the longest time, holding hands and staring at each other's eyes, tears running down our faces. Then we started laughing at the absurdity of it all. It was a perfect moment. We understood each other.It was six a.m., and the first morning rush began in the Diner.I said, “We never got around to talking about you.”“No, that's okay…”“Kris, you need to unburden yourself.” More people came through the jingling door. “But we need privacy. I think we should get a room at the motel.”There was an electric look in his eyes.“No Kris, not to fuck,” I said with a laugh. “I just can't take you back to my place because it's too small, and I have roommates, and I really don't think you should go home right now. I can tell you're in crisis mode. You need to take care of this thing so it doesn't destroy you. So it doesn't mess up your business. How is that deadline thing you mentioned going?”He shook his head, “A total disaster. If I could just get back to who I used to be, I could turn this whole thing around. But every time I step a foot into the factory…”“I take it you're not the only sex addict you know.”“I'm not sure if they're sex addicts exactly. But I'm the boss. I set the tone. My problem is their problem… I guess that sounds crazy.”“Kris, we need to keep talking. Come with me.” I gently led him to the door. We put on our coats and walked out into the freezing air. It was still dark and would be dark most of the day. The sun only rose a couple of hours a day that time of year. We crunched through the snow over to the Motel. I went in and rented a room. Kris was nervous. Perhaps he was nervous that we'd end up fucking… but I think he was just afraid to tell me his story.We walked silently to our second floor room. I felt a rising wave of anticipation. I had no intention of sleeping with him, but still, somewhere deep inside, the old me was screaming, “FUCK SANTA!!” The room was small, but warm. There were two beds. We didn't take off our coats, afraid that would imply intimacy. We sat on the beds, looking at each other across the gap.Two silent minutes passed. We were both waiting for the other to begin.I cleared my throat and said, “I know you're Santa Claus.”The expression on his face… you could have knocked him over with a candy cane. That was the last thing on earth he expected me to say.“You… what?”“It's okay Kris. I know.”He looked at me for several seconds, then said, “Did you just say, ‘I know you're Santa Claus?' You're joking, right?”“Oh, don't be coy, Kris. I knew you the moment I saw you.”“Look, Virginia. I'm just a fat guy with a white beard. Sure, I look like Santa Claus I guess. But… I'm not actually…” He started to chuckle, “Oh! You're pulling my leg!”But I just looked at him as seriously as I could and said, “You're Santa Claus. Kris Kringle. Saint Nicholas. Father Christmas. Pere Noel…”“This is getting weird,” he said, shifting uncomfortably. “Please tell me you're joking.”I looked at him with compassion, “I understand. You have a secret identity to protect. I get that. But the stakes are too high for pussy footing around. Christmas is in danger! You said it yourself: if we can't be honest, how can we face our mistakes?”He stood up and started sidling to the door. “I… uh, I don't know who you think I am… but this is just too weird.” He put his hand on the doorknob.“I fuck Santas,” I said. That stopped him. He looked at me with a crazy expression. “That Mr. Right I was talking about before, well that was just a euphemism. My Mr. Right is Santa Claus. I spent two years looking for Santa and fucking anyone who resembled him. And it was all because of that lousy lump of coal you left on my floor three years ago.”An angry look flashed in his eyes, “What are you… what is this? Oh, I get this, you've been chasing me because I look like Santa, is that it? What kind of freak are you?”I felt calm. More calm than any time in my life. I knew what I had to say. It would hurt, but I had to do it. I had to get through to him somehow.“Why did you leave me that lump of coal, Kris? I mean, I know you like my cookies, but that was pretty harsh. It sort of fucked up my life, you know? I lost my job. I lost my innocence. I left my family and friends behind to chase you across the continent, just so I could apologize for offending you. It wasn't all your fault, and I'm glad I finally found you… but still, I want to know. Why the lump of coal? Was I really that naughty?”He opened the door, his face contorting in rage, confusion, and shame. He walked stiffly out into the falling snowflakes. I followed slowly and calmly. I leaned on the railing as I watched him stumble down the icy stairs and storm across the parking lot below me. He slipped on a patch of ice and fell on his back with a bang. Then he just lay there, hands on his face, sobbing like a baby. I calmly walked down the stairs and carefully across the slick parking lot. I squatted next to him.“Come back inside.” I pulled his hand from his sobbing face, helped him to his feet and led him slowly back to the room. This time I sat next to him on the bed, my arm around his back.He sobbed for a while then began to blubber, “You threw the tree out the window!”“So, it wasn't the cookies after all!” I said in surprise.“No. I love your cookies. But I have this thing about Christmas trees. It really pissed me off, you know? I have issues, I guess. I was intending to give you a cooking set…”“Cooking set,” I said the same time he did, “Yeah, that's right. I asked for a cooking set with red enamel and little dancing elves on the side…”He sniffed, “Yes, just so. I felt so bad about the coal, I kept the cooking set all year, just so I could give it to you the following Christmas.”I smiled. “Really? You gave me a present?”“What…? Didn't you get it?”“I was burglarized, Kris. They took everything.”“Oh no…” he said with a horrified expression on his face, “I'm so sorry… I didn't know… Oh, you should have seen it! It was beautiful! The elves spent twenty whole minutes making it for you.”I gave him a squeeze, “That's okay. I guess I deserved to have it stolen. I was extra naughty that year. And I'm sorry about the tree. More than you even know. All my ornaments were on that tree. Some of them belonged to my grandma. She brought them all the way from Iceland.”“Anna? I remember her. She was very nice.”“I'm sorry about everything Kris. I shouldn't have listened to my sister.”“Stephanie, eh? She was always the naughty one in your house. But I gave her presents anyway because the rest of you were so good. What did Stephanie do?”“She said my parents were sneaking into my apartment leaving presents for me from you.”He laughed, “And you believed that?”“I'm sorry, Santa.” He put his arm over my shoulder and hugged me into his side.“I'm sorry too, Virginia.”I threw my arms around Kris Kringle and hopped on his lap. I hugged him so hard, if he'd been anyone other than Father Christmas, I'd have crushed his bones. But Kris hugged me back with his strong, ancient arms. I looked into his weeping blue eyes and tenderly kissed his eyelids, feeling his magical tears wet on my lips. Then I kissed his face, slowly, peck-by-peck, down his nose and rosy cheeks until our lips met. His silky beard softy tickled my face. We kissed slowly, almost shyly at first but the passion between us was building fast. I felt an erection growing in his pants. A very BIG one, in fact!I hopped off his lap and said, “We can't do this Kris. Not now. Not yet.”“Virginia,” he said, his deep voice thick with lust, “I want to make love to you so bad.”“I know, I know,” I said, giving him a kiss on his rosy cheek. “But not until we save Christmas.”That night Kris Kringle laid down on the other bed and told me everything. If you thought my story was crazy. Wait till you hear his!SCENE 4SANTA'S SLOW DESCENT INTO DEPRAVITYMy world has always been one of wonder and joy, music, snow, the laughter of children and good will to men. But all good things must come to an end, they say.My slow descent into depravity all began with the sex toys.They weren't my idea. They were Mary's. That's Mrs. Claus to you. I met my wife so long ago, I could hardly remember what made me fall in love with her in the first place, although it was probably her beauty. We were happy in those golden days of yore, but for the last fifty years or so, we'd been sort of going through the motions. We barely had anything to say to each other anymore. People change, I guess, even immortals.We weren't intimate anymore. Hell, we hadn't had sex since 1985. And that was only because we'd just gone to see ‘Santa Claus, the Movie', and she was happy about how good she came off in the film. After drinking a bit too much hot toddy that evening, she started getting frisky. Well, that was fine with me. I'd always thought she was a beautiful woman. She doesn't look like they always depict her, you know. She hasn't aged a day since the moment I fell in love with her on that Bavarian mountainside in 1702. She still looked twenty-two, with red hair and a shapely figure, long legs, beautiful ass and large breasts. Absolutely 'smoking' hot', as they say these days. She was a tall girl, almost six foot three. In heels, she towered over me. A true Bavarian beauty! So when she started getting feisty after the movie, I looked forward to a good old-fashioned roll in the snow, but it was just as disappointing as ever. She quickly lost interest, and I couldn't maintain an erection. It was a dud all around. To tell you the truth, Mary had always been a bit of a cold fish. For the first hundred years or so she'd indulged my passions, but she'd never seemed all that interested in sex. Or at least not that interested in having sex with me. Why else would we have been childless after two centuries together, the only two humans at the North Pole? We stopped having sex entirely after that sad encounter.So when, just over a year ago, Mary came to me with the sex toy idea, well… I was just flat out flabbergasted.She called me into her plush office on the third floor. She was sitting at her computer, her red hair pulled up into the enormous bun she liked to wear. I so much preferred when she let her hair down, but it had been in a bun since the mid-seventies. She was looking particularly fetching that day in a tight red dress with white fur lining. It was low cut. She hadn't dressed that way for ages. My eyes twinkled at the almost forgotten sight of her cleavage. But I knew she'd dressed up for a reason. The last time she did this she'd talked me into building her this office, which was three times larger than my own. She was a very persuasive woman!“Kris, we need to expand. We're reaching the kids, yes, but as soon as some idiot tells them you don't exist, well, they stop writing.”“I know, Mary, but the world population is growing every year. I'm not sure it's a good idea to expand. I'm not sure it's even possible to find more believers.”“Kris, just hear me out.” She pushed a button on her computer, and a group of female elves scampered out of a tiny little door. They began to turn a series of cranks, lowering an enormous projection screen over the crystal windows that lined one wall of her office. Then a PowerPoint presentation came on. The first slide was a complicated flowchart. Mary flashed me her best smile and said, “As you can see from this chart here, the age of disbelief is getting younger and younger, outpacing the increasing population. Manufacturing facility four and five have gone unused for almost ten years! You don't want to even know how many elves have been living off the dole, waiting for work to pick up. It's not a good situation.”This wasn't news to me. “Well, what do you have in mind? We've tried everything to keep kids believing. Cartoon shows, video games, promotional toys at fast food joints… but it's just not working.”She flipped to another slide, “Not exactly true, Kris. This slide shows that there is a significant population of adult women who still believe in you. Almost twenty million, based on this list of believers.”“Yes I know. Women tend to have a greater capacity for magical thinking. But the majority of them don't write letters after they grow up. We only deliver presents to people who ask.”To be continued..By cb summers for Literotica

Virginia goes north, in her mission to save Christmas.By cb summers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.I won't bore you with the teeny little details of what happened after that. But here are the general outlines of it: fake young Santa was put on suspension, pending investigation, and I was arrested because he claimed that I'd attacked him. That I'd raped him, in fact. Little old me. Can you imagine that? But apparently he forgot there was a hidden camera in the room, aimed right at the throne. On the tape he was clearly a willing participant, so they released me after one night in jail. He was fired, which serves him right for being such a liar. I wasn't prosecuted, although they considered it. The children waiting in the queue line had been evacuated as soon as I started getting loud. But the store made me sign a non-disclosure agreement. So… I can't really talk about what happened or they'll sue me. Oh, and I was banned from that store for life.I also found out that the only reason he and those other department store Santas knew my name was that the elves took down everyone's name in advance and whispered it to Santa before bringing them up! Can you imagine the duplicity? We didn't use that kind of trickery back when I was an elf!But worst of all, I spent Christmas Eve in jail, which was absolutely horrible. I'd been planning all year to wait for Santa to come down my chimney. I'd be lying naked on the table next to the tree, freshly baked cookies stacked on my belly and a glass of milk between my legs. I knew I would be irresistible. But now I despaired! There was no chimney in the big communal cell they threw me in. The girls there tried to have some Christmas spirit, but it was totally the pits. I was certain that when I went home I'd find another lump of coal on my floor. But when I finally got back to my apartment late Christmas night, there were no presents at all. I'd been robbed. I must have left my door unlocked, or someone had picked the lock. I had no idea if Santa left me a present that year or not. The thieves stole all my presents. Fuckers.Anyway, the lesson I took away from that event was this: never trust a man in a Santa suit. From that moment on I would only seek out men who looked like Santa naturally. No gimmicks. No makeup. No fancy suits. Just natural, fat, jolly, white haired men. I felt certain that the forces of the universe were bringing me and Santa together, and all I needed to do was keep looking, and sooner or later I'd find him.As I said earlier, I'm an eternal optimist.SCENE 3MEET-UP AT MOOSE CAFÉAfter hanging up with Kris, I set out for the all night diner. The weather was horrible. It was snowing, and roads were nearly impassable. But in spite of my poor winter driving skills, I made it through, heedless of the wind and weather. I got there well before him. Kris took almost half an hour longer than he'd said he would. Not surprising. The North Pole is something like 1000 miles from Anchorage. Maybe he couldn't find Rudolph that night, so it was harder to make it through the storm. But whatever it was, just when I was starting to worry he wouldn't show up, I saw him walk nervously through the door. He stomped the snow off his big brown boots and hung his huge green winter coat next to the door. I'd half expected him to be wearing his Santa suit, but he was going incognito of course. He was wearing a big hand-knitted red and green sweater and a green knit cap with a big white ball of yarn on top. He looked absolutely adorable.He saw me sitting in the last booth along the window and smiled a pale, sad smile. He sat down across from me and was happy to see I'd already ordered him a great big steaming mug of cocoa. I would have ordered cookies too, but they didn't have any.There was a faraway look in his eyes. “Thanks for… helping me. It's been a crazy couple of days,” he said with his deep velvety voice.I reached out to pat the back of his big hand. “I've been there.” His skin was amazingly soft.“Yeah?” he said. “That surprises me. You look so… I don't know… innocent.”“Sometimes I feel like I am innocent. Down deep. But of course, I'm not. I'm a sex addict, same as you. I've done so many naughty things… stupid, reckless things… you have no idea.”He nodded and sipped his cocoa. We sat in silence for a while. I didn't know what to say. I'd never been a sponsor before. I wasn't sure where to start. After a while he asked, “So… you didn't speak at the meeting. What's your sob story? No, don't answer… I shouldn't pry.”I was relieved he'd started the ball rolling, so I smiled and said, “Oh, don't worry about it. My sob story is that I'm just your average, ordinary, everyday sex addict. I've been celibate for almost a year, but I spent the year before that hitchhiking around the continent, having unprotected sex with total strangers. You know, same ol' story.”His feathery white eyebrows went up with interest. “Really? Were there a lot of them?”I shrugged, “I never bothered to count at the time. But Sam told me to come up with an estimate. I'm sure it was more than a hundred. Maybe one twenty five? I don't know. It was a bit of a blur…” My cheeks were red with embarrassment.He smiled a wicked little smile. His eyes were really twinkling now. He leaned closer to me over the table, “Details, please.”This is exactly the sort of thing that sex addicts aren't supposed to do. You know, turn each other on with their lurid tales. But I wanted Kris to trust me. He needed my help. So I had to open up to him… at least a little. I decided to tell him my story, sort of. I left out the stuff I did in New York, because that all involved men in Santa suits and if I talked about those guys, eventually I would say too much, and he'd know my secret. If he knew I had a thing for guys with white beards, well, I wasn't sure what would happen, but I wasn't ready to drop that bomb just yet.“Well…” I said, “let's see. Every sex addict is chasing something. For me it was a particular man. A fantasy figure, if you will, who I was trying to find…”“Mr. Right?” he prompted. Oh, Kris understood me so well!“Yes, that's right! I was looking for my Mr. Right. I had this fixed idea in my mind of what he looked like, what he acted like, how he smelled… and I knew that I'd know him as soon as I met him. But every time I met a man who resembled this idea I had in my head… well, I was overcome with the urge to kiss him, and that usually led to more. But it seemed like the minute it was over I'd figure out he wasn't Mr. Right after all, and I'd go out in search of him all over again. It was an obsession. I lost my job as a result. Eventually, I couldn't afford to live in New York anymore so I put my treasures in storage and hit the road in a rickety old car. I drove randomly from town to town, city to city, looking for Mr. Right.”“And you found him everywhere you looked.”“Yep. I found him in stores, on streets, bars, churches, fairgrounds… everywhere. Not everyone was happy with me trying to kiss them, so I got in trouble a few times, and I kept moving. I found that biker bars and truck stops were filled with Mr. Rights. Those guys are mostly straight and mostly hedonists, so I had better luck approaching them.”“Wow,” he said, his eyes wide with amazement at my tale, “That sounds… dangerous.”“I guess. But I was lucky. I didn't get any STD's, and I went on the pill to keep from getting pregnant. And none of these guys were ever violent with me. I wouldn't have approached a scary looking man in the first place. I wouldn't kiss a man unless he was jolly.”“Jolly?” he asked with interest.“Happy, I mean. Nice faces, a good laugh. Anyway, the only times I felt in danger were a couple of orgies at biker clubs. I was only interested in Mr. Right, but sometimes his buddies would want to join in… sometimes they didn't ask. One time this guy came right up and stuck it in my… you know. Back door. Ugh. I hated that kind of thing at the time.”“But… you like it now?” he said, with a lustful twinkle in his eye.I blushed and slapped his hand, “Kris. A sex addict can get used to anything. Anyway, whenever I was making love to Mr. Right, I felt so happy that I actually wanted to please his friends. Afterwards however… I sometimes felt stupid. Cheap. Dirty.”The look of lust left his eye. I'd connected with him. “Exactly,” he said, tears suddenly welling up in his big blue eyes, “That's exactly how I feel. It's great when I'm doing it, then I cum… and bam! I realize what a total disaster my life is becoming.”I reached out to touch his rosy cheek. Oh my, his beard was soft!! Downy soft, like a fuzzy bunny! A tear fell out of his eye and ran across my thumb, sending an electric jolt through my pussy. I had to restrain myself from leaping over the tabletop to kiss him. I put my hand back down on the table, trying to control my breathing. That was a close one.“I know, Kris, I know. But it gets better. Although sometimes it gets worse before it gets better. Sometimes you just have to hit bottom before you can turn things around.” I think I heard someone say that in a movie once.He nodded and wiped his eyes on the sleeves of his sweater, “So, how did you hit bottom?”“Kris… I came here to help you, not tell you my sad story…”“It is helping me… listening to you. Honestly. I want to hear.” His azure eyes looked at me… I mean, right at me, unblinking. I don't think anyone had ever, in my whole life, looked at me that way. My heart went thumpity, thump, thump!“Well,” I said, “eventually my car broke down, and I set out on foot, hitchhiking from place to place. I knew that was dangerous so I went to a truck stop to see if I could find someone to give me a lift all the way to Alaska. You see, I'd gotten this idea in my mind that Mr. Right probably lived in or near Alaska. Anyway, I met this guy at a truck stop who not only looked just like Mr. Right, he was on his way to Anchorage! He had this big beautiful red truck and …”“Was he Jolly?” Kris asked, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief.I laughed, “Oh, yes. Jolly as hell. So I kissed him right there in the parking lot, and he took me to his truck and we fucked… oh, sorry, I don't mean to be so crude.”Kris leaned forward, speaking softly so nobody but me could possibly hear him. “Virginia… why do we use euphemisms? Why are we so ashamed to call a thing what it is? It's kind of like lying. I didn't have a dalliance with my employees. I fucked them. I stuck my cock in their mouths and up their asses. I came all over their faces. I cheated on my wife. I mean that's what I did. If we're not going to be honest, how can we ever face our mistakes?” He smiled at me, and I felt bathed in Saint Nick's radiance.I blushed, leaned in closer and continued my story, “Well, you asked for it. Here's the story, euphemism-free… Where was I…?”“He took you to his truck to fuck.” It was so weird seeing Kris Kringle's lips say that word. Weird and exciting!“Yeah, okay. I fucked Mr. Right in the back of his big cab. We fucked, and fucked, and fucked a long time. He was a great lover. Nicely shaped cock, lots of stamina, great kisser. and his mouth… oh, shit, Kris, he made me cum so hard that I can almost feel his tongue in my pussy a year and a half later! He was so perfect that after sex was over, I still thought he was Mr. Right. That had never happened before. And when I asked him if he was Mr. Right, he said he was! Joy! I thought I'd found Mr. Right… for three magical days. He'd drive for a while, then we'd fuck, then drive some more, and I'd give him a blow job… basically we did it as many times a day as he could get it up. I was in heaven. Once he pulled his truck over, and we made love a beautiful stand of Christmas pines. It would have been the happiest moment of my life if not for the fact that he was a fraud.”“How did you find out he was lying?” I could tell that the story was exciting the sex addict in Kris, but he was trying hard to stay focused on me as a friend. I really appreciated that!“I was looking through his personal stuff, trying to find something to read when I came across a little photo album. It had pictures of him and his wife and kids.”“You must have been pissed.”“No, I didn't care about that. I've always known that Mr. Right is married. I don't know if he has kids, but I wouldn't be surprised if he did. He's been married a long time. No, that's not what upset me. It was the picture of him hunting. He was standing over the body of a dead reindeer… smiling like a son of a bitch!”Kris choked on his cocoa, and a look of fury crossed his previously jolly face. “The fuck you say!”“It totally horrified me! Mr. Right is not a hunter, much less a reindeer killer. This guy was a fraud! It nearly broke my heart, Kris. So I told him to stop the truck and let me out!”“He abandoned you in the middle of nowhere?”“No. He didn't let me out. He admitted lying to me and begged my forgiveness. He said I was the only girl, other than his wife, who'd shown interest in him sexually. His wife had some sort of medical condition that made it impossible for them to have sex, so when I came along it was like a dream come true. I don't know why I let him mollify me, but I did. He said he wanted to make it up to me by driving me the rest of the way to Alaska. But I absolutely refused to spend another moment in that truck with such a big fat liar.”“So… you got out?”“No. He told me he knew Mr. Right and that he'd take me to him.”“Oh, Virginia,” Kris said with disappointment, “You fell for that?”“I was obsessed. So yes, I fell for it. But it seemed like he was keeping his word at first. He drove me to a gas station where there was a mechanic who looked just like Mr. Right. The truck driver told me to stay in the cab, and he went in to talk to Mr. Right. After a while they came back, and the mechanic came up to meet me. He stank of gasoline, and his hands were smeared with oil, but I knew it was him. I knew it was Mr. Right, just as I'd known many times before.”“You fucked him.”“Of course I fucked him. I fucked a greasy, smelly, mechanic who reeked of cigarettes just because he looked jolly. But of course, after he'd shot his wad into me I realized he wasn't the real deal, and he went away. I was used to disappointment by then so when the trucker offered to take me somewhere else to look for the real Mr. Right… well, I couldn't refuse. I wanted him to. It sounds crazy to me now, but at the time it seemed almost like the ideal situation. The trucker drove me from place to place, and he was pretty good at finding Mr. Rights. We were still heading toward Alaska, but slowly. We must have hit every truck stop we passed in Montana and Canada. I'd wait in the back of the cab, and after a while, he'd bring back Mr. Right. Sometimes several of them. But he'd only introduce one of them to me at a time. Sometimes they weren't totally what I had in mind, but just to be on the safe side, I'd at least give them a blowjob or let them take pictures of me naked. But if they looked good enough I'd let them do anything they wanted. Even fuck me up the ass, which I was beginning to enjoy.” I blushed again.“You naughty girl,” he said, with a playful leer. But I could tell he was just trying to keep the conversation light. There was a deep look of concern and compassion on his face, which warmed my heart and gave me the courage to continue.“After maybe four months of this, I saw one of the San… I mean one of the Mr. Rights giving the trucker some money. After that Mr. Right was through with me, I started thinking about that money. I searched the cab of the truck while he was taking a shit. I found a pile of money, all different sizes of bill, Canadian, American… And it finally dawned on me… I was a whore. I was a truck stop whore.”Kris reached out and took my hands in his hands. His azure eyes were wet with compassion. “I'm so sorry, Virginia.”Tears started running down my face. It was astounding. I hadn't cried about any of this. Ever. I'd always focused on the good memories. The pleasure of sex, the joy of giving men happiness, the fun of the hunt… But looking into Kris Kringle's understanding eyes… I felt all the suppressed disappointment, frustration, and shame bubbling to the surface. Tears started coming out of Kris's eyes too, and we just sat there for the longest time, holding hands and staring at each other's eyes, tears running down our faces. Then we started laughing at the absurdity of it all. It was a perfect moment. We understood each other.It was six a.m., and the first morning rush began in the Diner.I said, “We never got around to talking about you.”“No, that's okay…”“Kris, you need to unburden yourself.” More people came through the jingling door. “But we need privacy. I think we should get a room at the motel.”There was an electric look in his eyes.“No Kris, not to fuck,” I said with a laugh. “I just can't take you back to my place because it's too small, and I have roommates, and I really don't think you should go home right now. I can tell you're in crisis mode. You need to take care of this thing so it doesn't destroy you. So it doesn't mess up your business. How is that deadline thing you mentioned going?”He shook his head, “A total disaster. If I could just get back to who I used to be, I could turn this whole thing around. But every time I step a foot into the factory…”“I take it you're not the only sex addict you know.”“I'm not sure if they're sex addicts exactly. But I'm the boss. I set the tone. My problem is their problem… I guess that sounds crazy.”“Kris, we need to keep talking. Come with me.” I gently led him to the door. We put on our coats and walked out into the freezing air. It was still dark and would be dark most of the day. The sun only rose a couple of hours a day that time of year. We crunched through the snow over to the Motel. I went in and rented a room. Kris was nervous. Perhaps he was nervous that we'd end up fucking… but I think he was just afraid to tell me his story.We walked silently to our second floor room. I felt a rising wave of anticipation. I had no intention of sleeping with him, but still, somewhere deep inside, the old me was screaming, “FUCK SANTA!!” The room was small, but warm. There were two beds. We didn't take off our coats, afraid that would imply intimacy. We sat on the beds, looking at each other across the gap.Two silent minutes passed. We were both waiting for the other to begin.I cleared my throat and said, “I know you're Santa Claus.”The expression on his face… you could have knocked him over with a candy cane. That was the last thing on earth he expected me to say.“You… what?”“It's okay Kris. I know.”He looked at me for several seconds, then said, “Did you just say, ‘I know you're Santa Claus?' You're joking, right?”“Oh, don't be coy, Kris. I knew you the moment I saw you.”“Look, Virginia. I'm just a fat guy with a white beard. Sure, I look like Santa Claus I guess. But… I'm not actually…” He started to chuckle, “Oh! You're pulling my leg!”But I just looked at him as seriously as I could and said, “You're Santa Claus. Kris Kringle. Saint Nicholas. Father Christmas. Pere Noel…”“This is getting weird,” he said, shifting uncomfortably. “Please tell me you're joking.”I looked at him with compassion, “I understand. You have a secret identity to protect. I get that. But the stakes are too high for pussy footing around. Christmas is in danger! You said it yourself: if we can't be honest, how can we face our mistakes?”He stood up and started sidling to the door. “I… uh, I don't know who you think I am… but this is just too weird.” He put his hand on the doorknob.“I fuck Santas,” I said. That stopped him. He looked at me with a crazy expression. “That Mr. Right I was talking about before, well that was just a euphemism. My Mr. Right is Santa Claus. I spent two years looking for Santa and fucking anyone who resembled him. And it was all because of that lousy lump of coal you left on my floor three years ago.”An angry look flashed in his eyes, “What are you… what is this? Oh, I get this, you've been chasing me because I look like Santa, is that it? What kind of freak are you?”I felt calm. More calm than any time in my life. I knew what I had to say. It would hurt, but I had to do it. I had to get through to him somehow.“Why did you leave me that lump of coal, Kris? I mean, I know you like my cookies, but that was pretty harsh. It sort of fucked up my life, you know? I lost my job. I lost my innocence. I left my family and friends behind to chase you across the continent, just so I could apologize for offending you. It wasn't all your fault, and I'm glad I finally found you… but still, I want to know. Why the lump of coal? Was I really that naughty?”He opened the door, his face contorting in rage, confusion, and shame. He walked stiffly out into the falling snowflakes. I followed slowly and calmly. I leaned on the railing as I watched him stumble down the icy stairs and storm across the parking lot below me. He slipped on a patch of ice and fell on his back with a bang. Then he just lay there, hands on his face, sobbing like a baby. I calmly walked down the stairs and carefully across the slick parking lot. I squatted next to him.“Come back inside.” I pulled his hand from his sobbing face, helped him to his feet and led him slowly back to the room. This time I sat next to him on the bed, my arm around his back.He sobbed for a while then began to blubber, “You threw the tree out the window!”“So, it wasn't the cookies after all!” I said in surprise.“No. I love your cookies. But I have this thing about Christmas trees. It really pissed me off, you know? I have issues, I guess. I was intending to give you a cooking set…”“Cooking set,” I said the same time he did, “Yeah, that's right. I asked for a cooking set with red enamel and little dancing elves on the side…”He sniffed, “Yes, just so. I felt so bad about the coal, I kept the cooking set all year, just so I could give it to you the following Christmas.”I smiled. “Really? You gave me a present?”“What…? Didn't you get it?”“I was burglarized, Kris. They took everything.”“Oh no…” he said with a horrified expression on his face, “I'm so sorry… I didn't know… Oh, you should have seen it! It was beautiful! The elves spent twenty whole minutes making it for you.”I gave him a squeeze, “That's okay. I guess I deserved to have it stolen. I was extra naughty that year. And I'm sorry about the tree. More than you even know. All my ornaments were on that tree. Some of them belonged to my grandma. She brought them all the way from Iceland.”“Anna? I remember her. She was very nice.”“I'm sorry about everything Kris. I shouldn't have listened to my sister.”“Stephanie, eh? She was always the naughty one in your house. But I gave her presents anyway because the rest of you were so good. What did Stephanie do?”“She said my parents were sneaking into my apartment leaving presents for me from you.”He laughed, “And you believed that?”“I'm sorry, Santa.” He put his arm over my shoulder and hugged me into his side.“I'm sorry too, Virginia.”I threw my arms around Kris Kringle and hopped on his lap. I hugged him so hard, if he'd been anyone other than Father Christmas, I'd have crushed his bones. But Kris hugged me back with his strong, ancient arms. I looked into his weeping blue eyes and tenderly kissed his eyelids, feeling his magical tears wet on my lips. Then I kissed his face, slowly, peck-by-peck, down his nose and rosy cheeks until our lips met. His silky beard softy tickled my face. We kissed slowly, almost shyly at first but the passion between us was building fast. I felt an erection growing in his pants. A very BIG one, in fact!I hopped off his lap and said, “We can't do this Kris. Not now. Not yet.”“Virginia,” he said, his deep voice thick with lust, “I want to make love to you so bad.”“I know, I know,” I said, giving him a kiss on his rosy cheek. “But not until we save Christmas.”That night Kris Kringle laid down on the other bed and told me everything. If you thought my story was crazy. Wait till you hear his!SCENE 4SANTA'S SLOW DESCENT INTO DEPRAVITYMy world has always been one of wonder and joy, music, snow, the laughter of children and good will to men. But all good things must come to an end, they say.My slow descent into depravity all began with the sex toys.They weren't my idea. They were Mary's. That's Mrs. Claus to you. I met my wife so long ago, I could hardly remember what made me fall in love with her in the first place, although it was probably her beauty. We were happy in those golden days of yore, but for the last fifty years or so, we'd been sort of going through the motions. We barely had anything to say to each other anymore. People change, I guess, even immortals.We weren't intimate anymore. Hell, we hadn't had sex since 1985. And that was only because we'd just gone to see ‘Santa Claus, the Movie', and she was happy about how good she came off in the film. After drinking a bit too much hot toddy that evening, she started getting frisky. Well, that was fine with me. I'd always thought she was a beautiful woman. She doesn't look like they always depict her, you know. She hasn't aged a day since the moment I fell in love with her on that Bavarian mountainside in 1702. She still looked twenty-two, with red hair and a shapely figure, long legs, beautiful ass and large breasts. Absolutely 'smoking' hot', as they say these days. She was a tall girl, almost six foot three. In heels, she towered over me. A true Bavarian beauty! So when she started getting feisty after the movie, I looked forward to a good old-fashioned roll in the snow, but it was just as disappointing as ever. She quickly lost interest, and I couldn't maintain an erection. It was a dud all around. To tell you the truth, Mary had always been a bit of a cold fish. For the first hundred years or so she'd indulged my passions, but she'd never seemed all that interested in sex. Or at least not that interested in having sex with me. Why else would we have been childless after two centuries together, the only two humans at the North Pole? We stopped having sex entirely after that sad encounter.So when, just over a year ago, Mary came to me with the sex toy idea, well… I was just flat out flabbergasted.She called me into her plush office on the third floor. She was sitting at her computer, her red hair pulled up into the enormous bun she liked to wear. I so much preferred when she let her hair down, but it had been in a bun since the mid-seventies. She was looking particularly fetching that day in a tight red dress with white fur lining. It was low cut. She hadn't dressed that way for ages. My eyes twinkled at the almost forgotten sight of her cleavage. But I knew she'd dressed up for a reason. The last time she did this she'd talked me into building her this office, which was three times larger than my own. She was a very persuasive woman!“Kris, we need to expand. We're reaching the kids, yes, but as soon as some idiot tells them you don't exist, well, they stop writing.”“I know, Mary, but the world population is growing every year. I'm not sure it's a good idea to expand. I'm not sure it's even possible to find more believers.”“Kris, just hear me out.” She pushed a button on her computer, and a group of female elves scampered out of a tiny little door. They began to turn a series of cranks, lowering an enormous projection screen over the crystal windows that lined one wall of her office. Then a PowerPoint presentation came on. The first slide was a complicated flowchart. Mary flashed me her best smile and said, “As you can see from this chart here, the age of disbelief is getting younger and younger, outpacing the increasing population. Manufacturing facility four and five have gone unused for almost ten years! You don't want to even know how many elves have been living off the dole, waiting for work to pick up. It's not a good situation.”This wasn't news to me. “Well, what do you have in mind? We've tried everything to keep kids believing. Cartoon shows, video games, promotional toys at fast food joints… but it's just not working.”She flipped to another slide, “Not exactly true, Kris. This slide shows that there is a significant population of adult women who still believe in you. Almost twenty million, based on this list of believers.”“Yes I know. Women tend to have a greater capacity for magical thinking. But the majority of them don't write letters after they grow up. We only deliver presents to people who ask.”To be continued..By cb summers for Literotica

Savez vous dire “Pere Noel” dans d'autres langues que le français. C'est notre vrai ou faux de ce matin.

Clique ici pour recevoir ton guide gratuit des 5 sphères à intégrer dans ta vie pour manifester ton bonheur Clubhouse: @maryeve_lamer Site web : https://www.MaryeveLamer.com Instagram : @maryeve_lamer Groupe FB : https://www.maryevelamer.com/groupe Page FB: https://MaryeveLamer.com/page Bonjour chère Heureuse! Bonn Année 2022 officiellement! Dans ce premier épisode du défi JanVoix, je te parle de reconnaissance. Tu vas remarquer que l'épisode est assez expéditif, parce que ma contrainte créative du jour est d'enregistrer un épisode de podcast de 1 minute! Ça passe vite 1 minute!  Disons qu'on va droit au but! Alors ma questions pour toi aujourd'hui est la suivante: Pour quoi as-tu été reconaissante en 2021 et qu'est-ce que tu souhaites pour 2022? Sur ce, bonne écoute et on se parle demain! Hey bye là! Mary xx

Wapx076 C'est le Wapx076, saison 8, spécial Noël, avec un invité exceptionnel ! Au sommaire : Ellie Dixon : Jingle Bells Beatles creating Get Back Instruments bricolés : Percussions du bout du monde Nicolas Bras : Flûtes & violon à bouche Les Fo' Plafonds : Misirlou Covers : Mathieu Saïkaly : Jealous Guy La Belle et les 2 autres : Girls just want to have fun Damien Robitaille : Around the world SquidPhysics : Aquatic ambiance Sons zarbi : Louis Jucker Christmas medley on plastic bottles The ultimate James Bond Medley Trucs en vrac : P'tit Belliveau : Income tax Sherzog Ergashev : le chat qui boit son lait Morten Harket : Take on me King Dingus : Supermassive Nation Army La +BCdM : Peggy Lee : Why don't you do right par Lil Green - Amy Irving - Jessica Rabbitt - Julie London - Ella Fitzgerald & Joe Pass - Beth Hart & Joe Bonamassa - Sarah Gibson Weed smoker's dream par Wilbur "Kansas Joe" McCoy et par Hugh Laurie La Playlist de la +BCdM : sur le Tube à Walter sur Spotify (merci John Cytron) sur Deezer (merci MaO de Paris) sur Amazon Music (merci Hellxions) et sur Apple Music (merci Yawourt) Voter pour la Plus Belle Chanson du Monde Le son mystère (41'12) : Survol de Mercure par la sonde BepiColombo Avec : Agent Dagguy Aude Cirbafe Damien Pincho Pop goes the WZA Merci à : Guillaume Stéphane Laurent Doucet K Rot Yschwen Barberouss Hervé Coiral La Loutre Earl Abe McCauman Doc Retro Angone Armos Pof MagicFingers Agent Dagguy Clégot Podcasts & liens cités : Popcast - France Inter Galaxie Pop Oxymut Le générique de fin est signé Cousbou walter@linaudible.com

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Design, high tech, made in France… les cadeaux très tendances de la Fabrique du Père Noël à Paris 

Retrouve chaque jour une anti-leçon pour enfants PAS sages du Père Elnö pour attendre Noël. Résumé La légende dit que tous les ans à Noël, aux alentours de minuit, un drôle de bonhomme rouge et blanc… parcourt le monde sur un traîneau pour distribuer des cadeaux aux enfants sages ??!!&£?!! Et voilà ! On y vient ! Comme d'habitude ! Les enfants sages… AH ça, ça l'énerve le Père Ëlno, il n'y en a que pour les enfants sages. Lui il les aime PAS sages, les enfants. Ils les aiment bruyants, agités, impertinents. Mais qui est ce personnage ronchon ? C'est le frère mauvais du Père Noël. Il va dispenser ses Anti-leçons pour enfants PAS sages aux jeunes auditeurs pour faire les meilleures bêtises sans se faire attraper. Comment se coucher très tard. Comment se tenir mal à table. Comment prendre une fausse douche. Comment obtenir tous les jouets que l'on veut à Noël…. Et bien d'autres conseils totalement impertinents et régressifs à écouter avec vos enfants pour se détendre et s'amuser ensemble des idées folles du Père Ëlno. Format Une série de 24 podcasts (4 min) à écouter tous les jours avant Noël. Pour les 4-8 ans Les Anti-leçons pour enfants pas sages du Père Elno, une série audio écrite par Philippe Jean, interprétée par Nicolas Lormeau de la comédie française et Mélodie Orru, mise en son Alexandre Lormeau et produite par Bloom la radio des enfants A propos de l'auteur : Philippe Jean est auteur de fiction pour Bloom la radio des enfants depuis plusieurs années. Il a récemment écrit : Mission Neurosoft une fiction policière où 2 enfants mènent l'enquête sur la disparition de leur maman (distribué sur Sybel, pour les 7-11 ans) et le Manuel de Survie pour la rentrée de la Maitresse en maillot de bain, les seules leçons utiles pour bien réussir sa rentrée (4-8 ans) à retrouver sur notre site : www.laradiodesenfants.fr Vous pouvez aussi retrouver l'intégralité des épisodes en téléchargement sur www.laradiodesenfants.fr

Saviez-vous que le Père Noël risquait une grosse peine de prison ?Savez-vous à quelle vitesse va le Père Noël pour distribuer ses cadeaux ?Voici 5 choses à savoir sur... le Père NoëlVous pouvez consulter notre politique de confidentialité sur https://art19.com/privacy ainsi que la notice de confidentialité de la Californie sur https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

GRANDESSOCERA - Results of psychotropics E-RISER - Corentin crew EMMANUEL DE LA PAIX - Go To Beep WERNER NIEDERMEIER - Out Of The Woods BACK FROM THE WAVE - Final Dances THE ALLEGORIST - Moving Forward FLUXION - Correlation TTØRA - KiK CHRISTIAN HORNBOSTEL - Urbs Picta BONOBO feat. O'FLYNN - Otomo NIGH/TMARE feat. LAIR - The Summoning RHYS FULBER - Night Render LUCA DRACAR - The Black White Palm ELKKA - Harmonic Frequencies PIERRE ROUSSEAU - Insecurity Anthem

GRANDESSOCERA - Results of psychotropics E-RISER - Corentin crew EMMANUEL DE LA PAIX - Go To Beep WERNER NIEDERMEIER - Out Of The Woods BACK FROM THE WAVE - Final Dances THE ALLEGORIST - Moving Forward FLUXION - Correlation TTØRA - KiK CHRISTIAN HORNBOSTEL - Urbs Picta BONOBO feat. O'FLYNN - Otomo NIGH/TMARE feat. LAIR - The Summoning RHYS FULBER - Night Render LUCA DRACAR - The Black White Palm ELKKA - Harmonic Frequencies PIERRE ROUSSEAU - Insecurity Anthem

POP ART, WHERE I FIND THE POP CULTURE IN ART AND THE ART IN POP CULTURE: HOME INVASION FOR THE HOLIDAYS “Keep the change, ya filthy animal”. It's Christmas time. Trees decorated with fairy lights and tinsel. Stockings hung up on the mantelpiece with care. Mistletoe. Presents. Snow. Thieves breaking into the house to steal everything. A psychotic Santa breaking in to kill everyone. Ah, the holidays. Sounds like it's time for Episode 70 of Pop Art, the podcast where we find the pop culture in art and the art in pop culture. On Pop Art, my guest chooses a movie from popular culture, and I'll select a film from the more art/classic/indie side of cinema with a connection to it. This time round, I am happy to welcome back as my guest, blogger, podcaster and Xmas film enthusiast, Jay Cluitt, who has chosen as his selection the yuletide classic Home Alone, while I have chosen the French cult thriller 3615 Code Pere Noel, both about kids threated by bad guys breaking into their home during the holidays, because nothing says Christmas like home invasion. And I should also add that we are doing something a little different in that the film I chose, neither Jay nor I have seen before this podcast. So we shall see how that goes. And in this episode, we answer such questions as: What is it about Christmas movies anyway? What happened to that kid in 3615 Code Pere Noel and what does Batman have to do with it? What happened to that kid in Home Alone? Who plagiarized who? Bare feet anyone? How much did John Candy get paid for being in Home Alone? What were all the aka's for 3615 Code Pere Noel? Why was Pesci so difficult to work with in Home Alone? What is “responsible stock”? What was the most difficult scene to film in Home Alone? Meanwhile, check out Jay's podcast Deep Blue Sea (about Renny Harlin's film) on Apple, Spotify, Podomatic and many other streaming services. And his blog Life v. Film at https://lifevsfilm.com/ Check out my blog at https://howardcasner.wordpress.com/ My books, More Rantings and Ravings of a Screenplay Reader, The Starving Artists and Other Stories and The Five Corporations and One True Religion can be found at https://www.amazon.com/s?k=howard+casner&ref=nb_sb_noss --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/howard-casner/support

Ho ho ho! This episode of Artpop Talk is about the Big Man, Scott Calvin, Kris Kringle, Sinterklaas, Pere Noel, Babbo Natale, SANTA CLAUS… and the evolution of the “Santa aesthetic” that we know today. Bianca will also be talking with us about her recent trip to the Arthur M Sackler Museum at Harvard, The Harvard Museum of Natural History, and The Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum.  For all of Artpop Talk's resources, click HERE.

Du lundi au jeudi, Matthieu Noël nous livre sa plaidoirie. Aujourd'hui, il a décidé de défendre les intérêts du Père Noël qui vit actuellement des heures compliquées.

Une histoire originale de Sarah Kallmann, racontée par Céline Kallmann, réalisée par Alexandre Ferreira, produite par Benjamin Muller. --- Musiques : Vlad Gluschenko - Time / Incompetech - Magistar - Teddy Bear Waltz - Chill Wave - Oh Xmas - We Wish You / Alexandre Ferreira - We Wish You a Merry Christmas / Myuu - Underneath the Christmas Tree / Infraction - Christmas Music / HolFix - There Was a Time.Avec la participation de Mathieu Guerard, Raphael Peltier, Jonathan Ducario et Jeremy Colin.  --- Retrouvez Encore une Histoire sur Instagram, Facebook et Twitter

Qu'ont en commun mon nez de Covid, la fée des dents et les papillons? On ne réalise pas toujours que quelque chose est important, tant qu'on ne le perd pas. C'est ce qui s'est passé lorsque j'ai attrapé la covid. J'ai eu plusieurs symptômes désagréables, dont la perte de goût et d'odorat.  Malgré que mon goût soit revenu quelques semaine après la fin des autres symptômes, l'odorat lui, a décidé que ça ne lui tentait pas de terminer ses vacances.  Pendant plusieurs mois, j'ai été sans odorat. Tu vas me dire “Mary, de tous les sens, c'est pas mal le moins dramatique à perdre, non?” Et oui, en effet. Mais… perdre l'odorat à jamais été une menace pour moi. Ça n'a jamais été une option de penser qu'un jour, je pouvais perdre l'odorat.  Et laisse-moi te dire, c'est pas mal plus dérangeant qu'on pourrait l'imaginer, de ne plus sentir ce qui nous entoure. Par exemple…quand tu veux savoir si ta sauce à spag est encore bonne, tu regardes dans le peau. Tu la sens aussi.  On fait ça avec les restants dans le frigo. On les sent. Mais là, j'pouvais pu. Parce que pour te donner une idée, même la litière à chats ne réussissait pas à passer les barrière de madame covid.

OMG WAKE UP, SANTA'S BEEN! Well by 'Santa' we mean Tina and Ella, by 'been' we mean have released a super duper special bonus episode.As our Christmas present to YOU we wanted to share some festive stories. Tina retells the tale of Ebenezer Scrooge, and Ella shares names for Santa Claus around the world.  Whether you're listening while the turkey cooks or in a post-feast stupor, we hope this episode gets you in the festive spirit.Sending holiday love to one and all (no matter what you celebrate), much love from your favourite Ho Ho Hos. xxxP.S. Follow us on Instagram @StoryHotlinePodcast

We are joined with Pere Noel himself, Santa Claus! He talks about how COVID-19 has ravaged the workshop and his rivalry with Jeff Bezos. Plus, letters you all have sent in to Santa and more High Thoughts you sent to mail@nightattack.tv

We are joined with Pere Noel himself, Santa Claus! He talks about how COVID-19 has ravaged the workshop and his rivalry with Jeff Bezos. Plus, letters you all have sent in to Santa and more High Thoughts you sent to mail@nightattack.tv

We are joined with Pere Noel himself, Santa Claus! He talks about how COVID-19 has ravaged the workshop and his rivalry with Jeff Bezos. Plus, letters you all have sent in to Santa and more High Thoughts you sent to mail@nightattack.tv

We are joined with Pere Noel himself, Santa Claus! He talks about how COVID-19 has ravaged the workshop and his rivalry with Jeff Bezos. Plus, letters you all have sent in to Santa and more High Thoughts you sent to mail@nightattack.tv

We are joined with Pere Noel himself, Santa Claus! He talks about how COVID-19 has ravaged the workshop and his rivalry with Jeff Bezos. Plus, letters you all have sent in to Santa and more High Thoughts you sent to mail@nightattack.tv

We are joined with Pere Noel himself, Santa Claus! He talks about how COVID-19 has ravaged the workshop and his rivalry with Jeff Bezos. Plus, letters you all have sent in to Santa and more High Thoughts you sent to mail@nightattack.tv

Welcome back Ron, as we discuss a proto-HOME ALONE, the joys of Minitel, and yet another Bob Clark classic. It's Christmas in the Magic Morning Wood, welcome all. MMW theme by Mike Powell Musical break: Don't Believe It's Christmas by The Sonics Musical outro: I Wish It Could Be Christmas Every Day by Frank Sidebottom

Look, we know what movie we're sorting for Christmas. You know what movie we're sorting for Christmas. So let's make this simple. Join us as we sort the corny characters from that 90s classic: Kris Kringle! Sinterklaas! Pere Noel! Babbo Natale! Pelz-Nickel! Topo Gigio! It's the Santa Clause! Plus, we're talking holiday ghosts, singing a Mariah parody and discussing that academic question that's baffled HP experts for years: is Santa a wizard? --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Happy Holidays from us here at Dread Media. This Christmas episode was cobbled together kind of last minute, but it turned out to be a great episode featuring several contributors! First off, Desmond and Duane review the "working late on Christmas Eve" film P2. Then, Rich the Monster Movie Kid dials into 3615 code Pere Noel. Finally, Tom Deja looks at the brand new crazy Christmas Grindhouse film Fatman. Christmas Carols included: "No Presents for Christmas" by Two Minutes to Late Night, "I'd Like You For Christmas" by Julie London, "Merry Christmas" by Bonnie Tyler, "Jingle Hell" by Christopher Lee, and "Silent Night, Deadly Night (acoustic)" by The Browns. Send feedback to: dreadmediapodcast@gmail.com. Follow @DevilDinosaurJr and @dreadmedia on Twitter! Join the Facebook group! Support the show at www.patreon.com/dreadmedia. Visit www.desmondreddick.com, www.stayscary.wordpress.com, www.dreadmedia.bandcamp.com, and www.kccinephile.com.

Happy Holidays from us here at Dread Media. This Christmas episode was cobbled together kind of last minute, but it turned out to be a great episode featuring several contributors! First off, Desmond and Duane review the "working late on Christmas Eve" film P2. Then, Rich the Monster Movie Kid dials into 3615 code Pere Noel. Finally, Tom Deja looks at the brand new crazy Christmas Grindhouse film Fatman. Christmas Carols included: "No Presents for Christmas" by Two Minutes to Late Night, "I'd Like You For Christmas" by Julie London, "Merry Christmas" by Bonnie Tyler, "Jingle Hell" by Christopher Lee, and "Silent Night, Deadly Night (acoustic)" by The Browns. Send feedback to: dreadmediapodcast@gmail.com. Follow @DevilDinosaurJr and @dreadmedia on Twitter! Join the Facebook group! Support the show at www.patreon.com/dreadmedia. Visit www.desmondreddick.com, www.stayscary.wordpress.com, www.dreadmedia.bandcamp.com, and www.kccinephile.com.

We have a real holiday treat for you this time people. This very well could be the most christmas movie possible. Sit back and behold its majesty. Oh, and stay a little Jesus would ya?

La suite des traditions de Noël en France, notamment la nourriture traditionnelle des repas des fêtes. Je vous en dis plus aussi sur les cadeaux, le Père Noël. Quand offre-t-on les cadeaux? Lesquels sont les plus populaires? D'où vient le Père Noël? Que mange-t-on à Noël? La nourriture traditionnelle des fêtes de Noël en France Téléchargez la transcription sur mon site: francais.mypolyglotelife.com Musique: Bensound - Creativeminds Photo de l'épisode: French Made Baking Sources: C'est pas sorcier: PERE-NOEL : on ne lui fait pas de cadeaux France 3 Bourgogne Franche-Comté: Père Noël, bûches... : d'où viennent toutes ces traditions de Noël ? Easy French #16 “Noël en France” et #94 “How do French people celebrate Christmas” L'étude de Mastercard sur les cadeaux de Noël: https://www.flair.be/fr/lifestyle/cadeaux-de-noel-plus-populaires-cette-annee/ (en Belgique) --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/mypolyglotlife/support

Adam and Andy discuss another holiday horror flick, this time all the way from France!  In 36.15 Code Père Noël  (aka Deadly Games aka Game Over), a young boy must defend himself and his grandfather from a maniacal killer dressed as Santa Claus.  Press play on this video and ho ho hold on!Show Notes:Viewer's QuestionFavorite Christmas (and holiday) moviesComment/email your answers.Chapters:(~00:08) Introduction  (~00:38) Featured Review  (~17:37) Viewer's Question  (~26:51) Closing  Subscribe if you'd want to see more episodes.Feel free to send us a question we can answer on the air to ReelShame@gmail.com or follow us on Instagram @ReelShame.

SANTA #AMA – Santa Claus breaks his silence! He's been friends with hosts Nathan & Erin for years, and chose the Unimaginary Friendcast as his platform to the World. Boy do we learn A LOT about him, Christmas, and the Elves! This Comedy Podcast has truly blown the lid off another Human Convention. World-class journalism at its best! Other topics include: Schitt's Creek, Catherine O'Hara, Dan Levy, Eugene Levy, Mohonk Mountain House Castle, Erin Marie Photography, Car Washing, Human Life, Donald Trump, Presents, Naughty & Nice, Macaulay Culkin, UK, Father Christmas, Babbo Natale, Italy, Pere Noel, France, Weihnachtsmann, Germany, Krampus, Mrs. Claus, The North Pole, Nazis, Mitch McConnell, Covid 19, WW2, Lesbians, and Erin's Baby Bump, but NOTHING about Santa's preemptive pardon of Jesus Christ. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the most downloaded podcast in the world! The Unimaginary Friendcast! The Unimaginary Friendcast is hosted by David Monster, Erin Marie Bette Davis Jr. and Nathan Von Edmondson. https://unimaginaryfriend.com/podcast/ And find us on Facebook!

This time, Randy and Tom Coe cover the French film 3615 Code Pere Noel (Dial Code Santa Claus, also known as Deadly Games). It’s a movie about a boy who is home alone on Christmas Eve and sets up elaborate booby traps to protect himself from the intruder that broke into his home to attack him. Sound familiar? Did Dial Code Santa Claus inspire Home Alone or did Home Alone completely rip it off? It’s a deranged Santa vs the Wet Bandits, it’s a 9-year old with a mullet vs Kevin McAllister. It’s Dial Code Santa Claus vs Home Alone as we give our thoughts on the similarities between the two films. Plus, a whole bunch of fun stuff. Swept Under the rug (3:00)/ what are you watching - Fargo the series (8:00)/ Lonesome Dove (10:17)/ High Fidelity on Hulu (12:16)/ Zoe Kravitz is cool (13:07)/ keeping movie lists (15:48)/ the Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise (16:20)/ The Lighthouse (17:43)/ Tammy and the T-Rex - the Gore Cut (18:27)/ Randy Shoe Diaries - Red Shoe Diaries episode 3 (21:23)/ Wizard magazine and the Marvel Swimsuit Specials (22:00)/ Quality Question - if you drop a Mogwai in the sea, will it spawn forever? (29:43)/ Drop Dead Fred and the wonder of Phoebe Cates (30:10)/ download free streaming channels like Tubi and Crackle (31:00)/ the rules of Gremlins and Mogwais are baby Yoda with fur (32:28)/ Dial Code Santa Claus (35:38)/ Santa’s Slay with WWE champion Bill Goldberg (37:47)/ what’s a minitel (39:00)/ Home Alone is a rip-off of Die Hard (50:16)/ Did Home Alone plagiarize Dial Code Santa Claus and the legacy of John Hughes (51:00)/ The impact of Home Alone on Randy (54:50)(Episode 14)Check out this latest episode and let us know some movies we should cover in the future by emailing us at: someonesfavoritemoviepodcast@gmail.com Like what you hear? Check out Randy and Tommy on Miserable Retail Slave - an improv comedy show that has been making folks laugh for 7.5 years.Check out the Tom Coe's podcast Jake and Tom Conquer the World!Intro: “Feel the Buzz” by Dan “D-Boy” AmboyCheck out his music: https://soundcloud.com/dan-amboyRandy juggles two jobs and is the miserable retail slave of the two. He lives outside beautiful Flint, MI, USA and struggles with being a lazy, yet overworked dreamer and a struggling, but barely trying writer. Tommy also lives outside Flint, MI with The Beloved and his two step daughters. He's a stand up comedian and a man of questionable common sense. Check out his stand up dates at tomethompson.com

Il est où le père Noël ? En exclusivité pour RadioDelta et le Poste zéro, la seule émission qui va plus vite qu'un équipage de rennes magique, Le père Noël himself répondra à nos questions. Une émission à ne pas louper.

Great, it's 108! We're kicking off December to Remember with some movie I think Sam picked. It's French, has at least 5 titles, and isn't very good according to Alex. Hooray Holidays!Jacob's Etsy (go give him your support!): https://www.etsy.com/shop/CricketBoxCreationsPodcast Links:FacebookTwitterInstagram

*WARNING: CONTENTS OF THIS EPISODE CONTAIN CHRISTMAS SPOILERS. NOT FOR CHILDREN* Join Albort as he explores the many incarnations of the most fantastical, generous, Coca-Cola loving character of the holiday season, Santa Claus; from Saint Nikolas of Myra to Sinterklaas of the Netherlands to Pere Noel of France to L. Frank Baum’s “Neclaus” and why the wife of the man in the “Ho-Ho-Tuxedo” doesn’t even have a first name! Learn how the Little Ice Age influenced the violins of Antonio Stradivari and the writing of Charles Dickens, which holiday song became the first to be broadcast from space, what Norwegian scientists suspect to be the cause of Rudolph’s shiny nose and how the “Father of the American Cartoon” changed American’s reception of Santa Claus, Abraham Lincoln, Ulysses S. Grant, Rutherford B. Hayes and Grover Cleveland.

"Code Pere Noel" (aka, "Dial Code Santa Claus") is the best Christmas film you've never seen or heard of. Released in France in 1989, this yuletide horror film came out a year before the similarly-themed "Home Alone," but never reached an audience in the US. We want to help change that! It's "Home Alone" meets "Rambo" meets "Silent Night, Deadly Night" meets "The Shining" meets "John Wick" with direct references from films of its era. And it's a lot of fun! Film critic Dave Canfield joins Collin and Kerry as they talk about the film's history, availability prospects and what makes it so damn special. Also, Kerry talks about "A Clockwork Orange" (1971), "VIY" (1967) and "The Haunting (1963) for the "We Just Say book" segment.

We're back after a short break, thank you to you all for your patience. This week we look into the man behind Christmas himself, Saint Nicholas. Who was the man behind the beard? Where did the red outfit actually come from? Do the other reindeer actually even have names? Tune in and find out!Here are our sources:whychristmas.comstnicholaschurchnyc.orgstnicholascenter.org

CONTE Toutes les lettres à lire, les jouets à fabriquer, faire les paquets… Le Père Noël est débordé ! Et avec 25 lutins à nourrir… Comment peut-il s'en sortir ? Second conte de Noël de Marie Varin présenté par le podcast. Retrouvez le conte aux éditions : Les contes de Nanou https://www.lagalerne.com/livre/15009514-le-pere-noel-cherche-une-cuisiniere–marie-varin-contes-de-nanou

  Oh oh oh ! Voici venu l’épisode de Noël 2018. Autour des micros on retrouve Crazy Warthog, Denis, Grincheux et une apparition de Mogore. Quelques news pas préparées, des messages de Lionel et des idées de cadeaux à faire ou ne pas faire.   http://www.cyclocast.fr/podcast/E31-Les_Cadeaux_du_Pere_Noel_salarie.mp3 Télécharger le MP3   Liens de l’épisode : En […]

This week we're covering one of my absolute favorite people from my favorite time of year. Santa Claus has such a rich, deep history and we barely scratch the surface in this episode on all the cool stuff there is to learn about him. Starting as a religious figure from the early Christian church, he rose to become the patron saint of the poor, children, and sailors. St. Nicholas, Sinterklaas, Pere Noel, Father Christmas, whatever name you know him by, Santa is the embodiment of all good things to be found during the Christmas season! This week's featured podcast is What's Her Name. If you like learning about the obscure ladies of history, look no further than these seriously knowledgeable women doing their part to further awareness of the great women of the past. You can listen to them here. You can follow them here. And here. And also here.

Entrevue avec l'humoriste Jean-Thomas Jobin (23e), on parle de l'Impact de Montréal avec Nicolas A. Martineau (10e), des signatures des joueurs autonomes dans la LNH avec Carl Vaillancourt (46e), de la coupe du monde de soccer avec Romain Schué (65e) et de hockey avec le Pere Noel (75e).

Entrevue avec l'humoriste Yannick De Martino (40e), on parle des séries de la coupe Stanley avec Carl Vaillancourt (6e), de boxe avec Nathalie Bruneau (18e), de soccer avec Antonio Ribeiro (27e) et de hockey avec le Pere Noel (53e).

Entrevue avec le journaliste Frederic Daigle (23e), on parle des séries de la coupe Stanley avec Carl Vaillancourt (10e), de boxe avec Nathalie Bruneau (37e), de soccer avec Antonio Ribeiro (46e), de Usports avec Serge Vleminckx (53e), de hockey avec le Pere Noel (60e).

On parle des séries de la coupe Stanley avec Carl Vaillancourt (6e), de boxe avec Nathalie Bruneau (20e), de Usports avec Serge Vleminckx (30e), de l'univers du collectionneur avec Tek Cheer (36e), de soccer avec Romain Shue (40e)et avec Antonio Ribeiro (62e), on termine avec le Pere Noel (69e).

On parle des séries éliminatoires de la LHJMQ avec Carl Vaillancourt (11e), de boxe avec Nathalie Bruneau (19e), de Usports avec Serge Vleminckx (28e), de golf avec le Pere Noel (38e), de soccer avec Frederic Lord (42e)et avec Antonio Ribeiro (57e).

Entrevue avec le joueur de hockey Yannick Tifu (18e), on parle de hockey junior avec Carl Vaillancourt (10e), de Usports avec Serge Vleminckx (27e), de MLS avec Nicolas A. Martineau (35e), de soccer avec Antonio Ribeiro (45e) et avec le Pere Noel (54e).

Entrevue Dom Lapierre du site les frasques du CH (20e), on parle de hockey et d'Eugenie Bouchard avec Pierre Trudel (13e), de soccer avec Antonio Ribeiro (30e), performances des joueurs LHN avec Simon Deschamps (38e), U-Sports avec Serge Vleminckx (45e) et avec le Pere Noel (53e).

Special Films de Sports! Entrevue avec l'humoriste Dominic Paquet(20e), on parle de hockey avec Carl Vaillancourt(15e), avec le Pere Noel(36e), de soccer avec Antonio Ribeiro(40e), de boxe avec Nathalie Bruneau(48e) et USports avec Serge Vleminckx(54e).

Entrevue avec Mehdi Abdesmad (30e minute). On parle des cotes d'écoutes du CH avec Carl Vaillancourt (14e), on jase Baseball avec Derek Aucoin (20e), NHL avec le Pere Noel (36e), boxe avec Nathalie Bruneau (40e), U sports avec Serge Vleminckx (47e) et soccer avec Antonio Ribeiro (53e).

Entrevue avec le collectionneur Tek Chher. On parle de hockey, football et soccer avec nos collaborateurs, Carl Vaillancourt, le Pere Noel, Serge Vleminckx et Jeremy Filosa.

Revue de l'année 2017. Entrevue avec l'humoriste Alain Dumas. On parle de hockey avec nos collaborateurs, Steve Veilleux, le Pere Noel, Serge Vlemincks et Simon Deschamps.

Entrevue avec le joueur étoile des Alouettes Luc Brodeur-Jourdain. Entrevue avec Steve Veilleux. On parle de hockey, baseball, boxe et soccer avec nos collaborateurs, le Pere Noel, Josue Peley, Nathalie Bruneau et Antonio Ribeiro.

This brilliant portrait of small town intrigue was made in France under German occupation, and its subtle tone of resistance…

Entrevue avec Nathalie Lambert. On parle de hockey, boxe et soccer avec nos collaborateurs, le Pere Noel, Nathalie Bruneau et Antonio Ribeiro.

Entrevue avec Dominic Fugere. On parle de hockey, pool de hockey, boxe et soccer avec nos collaborateurs, le Pere Noel, Simon Deschamps, Nathalie Bruneau et Antonio Ribeiro.

Bonjour! This week we discuss International Festival of the Arts, hear a story told by Pere Noel, then enjoy a sparkling Christmas spectacular and Cinderellas holiday wish at Mickeys Very Merry Christmas party from the Magic Kingdom. :: WARNING: foul language ensues. Listen at your own risk. :: Watch along with us here

Entrevue avec David-Alexandre Beauregard. On parle de hockey, football et soccer avec nos collaborateurs, le Pere Noel, Serge Vlemincks et Antonio Ribeiro.

《蝴蝶》是2002年12月18日上映的法国电影《蝴蝶》的主题曲，由导演Philippe Muyl执导。如果你没有听过，那么你一定听过在2006年央视春晚上由蒙古族歌手布仁巴雅尔作词作曲，并和妻子乌日娜以及他们的小侄女英格玛演唱的描写美满家庭的一首歌，名字叫做《吉祥三宝》。完全一样的旋律，唱起来郎朗上口，一问一答的形式，非常轻松愉快。本片在法国上映时，吸引了上百万观众前去观看，票房突破了2亿元。描述的是八岁的小女孩丽莎（单亲家庭的孩子）与失去儿子的孤寡老人朱利安，到山上去采集一种叫“伊莎贝拉”的蝴蝶，在寻找蝴蝶的旅程中，两人建立了友情，并领悟了爱的真谛。《蝴蝶》看似儿童电影，其实剧本写得聪明巧妙、深入浅出、举重若轻，在每个问题的背后，都隐含了人生的哲理。这些来自法国的“心灵课题”，可让大朋友在会心微笑之余，去思考学习。[专辑名称：Le Papillon（蝴蝶）专辑歌手：Nicolas Errèra朗读者：EtoilePourquoi lesanges ont-ils des ailes?为什么天使会有翅膀？Pour nous fairecroire au Pere Noel.为了让我们相信有圣诞老人Pourquoi lediable et le bon Dieu?为什么会有魔鬼又会有上帝?C'est pour faireparler les curieux.是为了让好奇的人有话可说。 Ca t'a plu, lepetit voyage?你喜欢我们的旅行吗？Ah oui beaucoup!非常喜欢！On a vu desbelles choses?我们看到了很多漂亮的东西，不是吗？J'aurais bienvoulu voir des sauterelles可惜我没能看到蟋蟀。 Des sauterelles ?Pourquoi des sauterelles ?为什么是蟋蟀？Et des libellulesaussi,还有蜻蜓。A la prochainefois, d'accord.也许下一次吧，好吗？D'accord.好的。 Je peux tedemander quelque chose?我能问你点事情吗？Quoi encore?又有什么事？On continue maiscette fois-ci c'est toi qui chantes.我们继续，不过由你来唱？Pas question.绝对不可以。S'il te plait.来吧～ Non，non，mais non.不不不Allez, c'est ledernier couplet.这是最后一段了。Tu ne crois pasque tu pousses un peu le bouchon?你是不是有点得寸进尺了呢？Mmm~~嗯呵~~Pourquoi notrecoeur fait tic-tac?为什么我们的心会滴答？Parce que lapluie fait flic flac.因为雨会发出淅沥声。Pourquoi le tempspasse si vite?为什么时间会跑得这么快？Parce que le ventlui rend visite.是风把它都吹跑了。Pourquoi tu meprends par la main?为什么你要我握着你的手？Parce qu'avec toije suis bien.因为和你在一起，我感觉很温暖。Pourquoi lediable et le bon Dieu?为什么会有魔鬼又会有上帝？C'est pour faireparler les curieux.是为了让好奇的人有话可说Etoile朗读感受：孩子的天真，老人的执着在这个夏天都因为心里的孤单而碰撞在了一起。孩子们的电影很简单很真实却也是直击人心的，这个脸上带着小雀斑的女孩带着一世界的疑惑与热爱蝴蝶的爷爷遇见了，他们一起冒险，一起探索蝴蝶的奥秘，为爱出发，以爱拥抱。最后发现，其实爱就在身边。初学法语时，查询了各种法语资源，电影、音乐、小说等等来培养对法语的兴趣，其中听到的第一首歌就是。让人印象深刻的旋律让你再也忘不掉这年夏天，一望无际的草原，活泼美丽的小女孩和智慧可爱的老人。最简单的言语也有着极其深刻的人生哲理......偶然找到了CL法语这个平台，对其中的朗读社很感兴趣，也特别赞同老师的理念，学语言正是需要坚持不懈的耐力，一点一滴累积才能做到为我所用。坚持让我一点点看到了语言文化的魅力，也为了数年之后能够感谢曾经为梦想奋斗的自己。Bon courage！

《蝴蝶》是2002年12月18日上映的法国电影《蝴蝶》的主题曲，由导演Philippe Muyl执导。如果你没有听过，那么你一定听过在2006年央视春晚上由蒙古族歌手布仁巴雅尔作词作曲，并和妻子乌日娜以及他们的小侄女英格玛演唱的描写美满家庭的一首歌，名字叫做《吉祥三宝》。完全一样的旋律，唱起来郎朗上口，一问一答的形式，非常轻松愉快。本片在法国上映时，吸引了上百万观众前去观看，票房突破了2亿元。描述的是八岁的小女孩丽莎（单亲家庭的孩子）与失去儿子的孤寡老人朱利安，到山上去采集一种叫“伊莎贝拉”的蝴蝶，在寻找蝴蝶的旅程中，两人建立了友情，并领悟了爱的真谛。《蝴蝶》看似儿童电影，其实剧本写得聪明巧妙、深入浅出、举重若轻，在每个问题的背后，都隐含了人生的哲理。这些来自法国的“心灵课题”，可让大朋友在会心微笑之余，去思考学习。[专辑名称：Le Papillon（蝴蝶）专辑歌手：Nicolas Errèra朗读者：EtoilePourquoi lesanges ont-ils des ailes?为什么天使会有翅膀？Pour nous fairecroire au Pere Noel.为了让我们相信有圣诞老人Pourquoi lediable et le bon Dieu?为什么会有魔鬼又会有上帝?C'est pour faireparler les curieux.是为了让好奇的人有话可说。 Ca t'a plu, lepetit voyage?你喜欢我们的旅行吗？Ah oui beaucoup!非常喜欢！On a vu desbelles choses?我们看到了很多漂亮的东西，不是吗？J'aurais bienvoulu voir des sauterelles可惜我没能看到蟋蟀。 Des sauterelles ?Pourquoi des sauterelles ?为什么是蟋蟀？Et des libellulesaussi,还有蜻蜓。A la prochainefois, d'accord.也许下一次吧，好吗？D'accord.好的。 Je peux tedemander quelque chose?我能问你点事情吗？Quoi encore?又有什么事？On continue maiscette fois-ci c'est toi qui chantes.我们继续，不过由你来唱？Pas question.绝对不可以。S'il te plait.来吧～ Non，non，mais non.不不不Allez, c'est ledernier couplet.这是最后一段了。Tu ne crois pasque tu pousses un peu le bouchon?你是不是有点得寸进尺了呢？Mmm~~嗯呵~~Pourquoi notrecoeur fait tic-tac?为什么我们的心会滴答？Parce que lapluie fait flic flac.因为雨会发出淅沥声。Pourquoi le tempspasse si vite?为什么时间会跑得这么快？Parce que le ventlui rend visite.是风把它都吹跑了。Pourquoi tu meprends par la main?为什么你要我握着你的手？Parce qu'avec toije suis bien.因为和你在一起，我感觉很温暖。Pourquoi lediable et le bon Dieu?为什么会有魔鬼又会有上帝？C'est pour faireparler les curieux.是为了让好奇的人有话可说Etoile朗读感受：孩子的天真，老人的执着在这个夏天都因为心里的孤单而碰撞在了一起。孩子们的电影很简单很真实却也是直击人心的，这个脸上带着小雀斑的女孩带着一世界的疑惑与热爱蝴蝶的爷爷遇见了，他们一起冒险，一起探索蝴蝶的奥秘，为爱出发，以爱拥抱。最后发现，其实爱就在身边。初学法语时，查询了各种法语资源，电影、音乐、小说等等来培养对法语的兴趣，其中听到的第一首歌就是。让人印象深刻的旋律让你再也忘不掉这年夏天，一望无际的草原，活泼美丽的小女孩和智慧可爱的老人。最简单的言语也有着极其深刻的人生哲理......偶然找到了CL法语这个平台，对其中的朗读社很感兴趣，也特别赞同老师的理念，学语言正是需要坚持不懈的耐力，一点一滴累积才能做到为我所用。坚持让我一点点看到了语言文化的魅力，也为了数年之后能够感谢曾经为梦想奋斗的自己。Bon courage！

Let's face it: Dread Media is the reason for the season. It's our annual Yuletide Special here at Dread Media, and this week we aren't messing around. We've got a Christmas slasher sandwiched between what seems to be two horror fan's reimaginations of popular modern Christmas classics tied to 1989. First, did 2015's Krampus start off as a remake of 1989's National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation? It sure seems like it. Then, Rich the Monster Movie Kid can't help but tear into this year's present early in his review of Don't Open 'til Christmas. Then, I know Home Alone didn't come out until 1990, but 1989's obscure French film 3615 code Pere Noel sure seems a hell of a lot like it. Of course, there's your requisite selection of Christmas Scare-ols: "Santa's Gonna Kick Your Ass" by The Arrogant Worms, "No Present for Christmas" by King Diamond, "Mistress for Christmas" by AC/DC, "Night of the Kris Kringle Killer" by Murkbox, and "Silent Night, Deadly Night (acoustic)" by The Browns. Send feedback to: feedback@dreadmedia.net, or 206.278.5257. Follow @DevilDinosaurJr and @dreadmedia on Twitter! Join the Facebook group! Visit www.stayscary.wordpress.com and www.dreadmedia.bandcamp.com.

Let's face it: Dread Media is the reason for the season. It's our annual Yuletide Special here at Dread Media, and this week we aren't messing around. We've got a Christmas slasher sandwiched between what seems to be two horror fan's reimaginations of popular modern Christmas classics tied to 1989. First, did 2015's Krampus start off as a remake of 1989's National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation? It sure seems like it. Then, Rich the Monster Movie Kid can't help but tear into this year's present early in his review of Don't Open 'til Christmas. Then, I know Home Alone didn't come out until 1990, but 1989's obscure French film 3615 code Pere Noel sure seems a hell of a lot like it. Of course, there's your requisite selection of Christmas Scare-ols: "Santa's Gonna Kick Your Ass" by The Arrogant Worms, "No Present for Christmas" by King Diamond, "Mistress for Christmas" by AC/DC, "Night of the Kris Kringle Killer" by Murkbox, and "Silent Night, Deadly Night (acoustic)" by The Browns. Send feedback to: feedback@dreadmedia.net, or 206.278.5257. Follow @DevilDinosaurJr and @dreadmedia on Twitter! Join the Facebook group! Visit www.stayscary.wordpress.com and www.dreadmedia.bandcamp.com.

Let's face it: Dread Media is the reason for the season. It's our annual Yuletide Special here at Dread Media, and this week we aren't messing around. We've got a Christmas slasher sandwiched between what seems to be two horror fan's reimaginations of popular modern Christmas classics tied to 1989. First, did 2015's Krampus start off as a remake of 1989's National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation? It sure seems like it. Then, Rich the Monster Movie Kid can't help but tear into this year's present early in his review of Don't Open 'til Christmas. Then, I know Home Alone didn't come out until 1990, but 1989's obscure French film 3615 code Pere Noel sure seems a hell of a lot like it. Of course, there's your requisite selection of Christmas Scare-ols: "Santa's Gonna Kick Your Ass" by The Arrogant Worms, "No Present for Christmas" by King Diamond, "Mistress for Christmas" by AC/DC, "Night of the Kris Kringle Killer" by Murkbox, and "Silent Night, Deadly Night (acoustic)" by The Browns. Send feedback to: feedback@dreadmedia.net, or 206.278.5257. Follow @DevilDinosaurJr and @dreadmedia on Twitter! Join the Facebook group! Visit www.stayscary.wordpress.com and www.dreadmedia.bandcamp.com.

Let's face it: Dread Media is the reason for the season. It's our annual Yuletide Special here at Dread Media, and this week we aren't messing around. We've got a Christmas slasher sandwiched between what seems to be two horror fan's reimaginations of popular modern Christmas classics tied to 1989. First, did 2015's Krampus start off as a remake of 1989's National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation? It sure seems like it. Then, Rich the Monster Movie Kid can't help but tear into this year's present early in his review of Don't Open 'til Christmas. Then, I know Home Alone didn't come out until 1990, but 1989's obscure French film 3615 code Pere Noel sure seems a hell of a lot like it. Of course, there's your requisite selection of Christmas Scare-ols: "Santa's Gonna Kick Your Ass" by The Arrogant Worms, "No Present for Christmas" by King Diamond, "Mistress for Christmas" by AC/DC, "Night of the Kris Kringle Killer" by Murkbox, and "Silent Night, Deadly Night (acoustic)" by The Browns. Send feedback to: feedback@dreadmedia.net, or 206.278.5257. Follow @DevilDinosaurJr and @dreadmedia on Twitter! Join the Facebook group! Visit www.stayscary.wordpress.com and www.dreadmedia.bandcamp.com.

C'est la fin. Oui, c'est fini. 2016 s'en va petit à petit, et nous fêtons ça dignement dans un tout nouveau numéro de Ça va trancher forcément un peu spécial Noël. Dans ce numéro nous avons la chance de recevoir Eric Missoffe, le comédien qui prête sa voix à Sammy et Scooby-Doo, Mr Hankey, et l'inoubliable Dr Carter d'Urgences (Noah Wyle). Un grand merci à lui pour cet excellent moment ! Le reste de l'émission vous réservera aussi quelques surprises, entre actualités et nouvelles rubriques. On vous donne rendez-vous en 2017, le 18 Janvier à 21h. Et d'ici-là prenez soin de vous ! Excellentes fêtes de fin d'année de la part de toute l'équipe. Les liens de l'émission : Mathildehttp://www.7sur7.be/7s7/fr/31482/Le-meilleur-du-web/article/detail/3031056/2016/12/14/Quand-Besancenot-evoque-les-inegalites-avec-le-Pere-Noel.dhtmlhttp://www.7sur7.be/7s7/fr/1505/Monde/article/detail/3016494/2016/12/01/Un-calendrier-de-l-avent-pour-les-criminels-recherches.dhtmlhttp://www.7sur7.be/7s7/fr/1504/Insolite/article/detail/2995511/2016/11/21/Pour-votre-sapin-des-decorations-en-forme-de-vagin.dhtml https://www.etsy.com/fr/shop/feltmelons http://www.7sur7.be/7s7/fr/1505/Monde/article/detail/3027203/2016/12/09/L-interminable-mot-de-l-annee-en-Autriche.dhtmlhttp://www.7sur7.be/7s7/fr/31482/Le-meilleur-du-web/article/detail/3009980/2016/11/28/Dur-dur-la-vie-d-homonyme-de-Francois-Fillon.dhtmlhttp://www.huffingtonpost.fr/2016/12/09/sofia-vergara-est-poursuivie-en-justice-par-ses-embryons-congele/?ncid=fcbklnkfrhpmg00000001 http://www.lemonde.fr/pixels/article/2016/11/28/le-site-zone-telechargement-ferme-par-la-gendarmerie-nationale_5039764_4408996.html http://www.huffingtonpost.fr/2016/11/30/lunesco-inscrit-la-biere-belge-au-patrimoine-culturel-immateriel-de-lhumanite/?ncid=fcbklnkfrhpmg00000001 http://next.liberation.fr/culture-next/2016/12/04/l-auteur-de-bd-gotlib-est-mort-a-l-age-de-82-ans_1532886?xtor=rss-450 http://www.liberation.fr/direct/element/une-suite-a-rabbi-jacob-en-chantier-pour-noel-2018_53082http://www.7sur7.be/7s7/fr/1504/Insolite/article/detail/3031030/2016/12/14/En-route-pour-des-vacances-a-Nice-ils-atterrissent-a-Nis-en-Serbie.dhtmlhttp://www.glamourparis.com/beaute/news/articles/un-make-up-en-forme-de-penis-fait-le-buzz/48147http://www.7sur7.be/7s7/fr/1540/TV/article/detail/3009653/2016/11/28/Le-meilleur-de-Strip-Tease-est-sur-YouTube.dhtml https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCTljLU4Tb2jcW9n23APDwZghttp://www.7sur7.be/7s7/fr/31482/Le-meilleur-du-web/article/detail/2998760/2016/11/23/30-000-dollars-pour-celui-qui-reglera-le-probleme-du-caca-dans-l-Espace.dhtml Les malaises : https://twitter.com/malaisetele/status/804787492104835072 https://twitter.com/malaisetele/status/800068946778996736 https://twitter.com/malaisetele/status/797820208433995777 https://twitter.com/malaisetele/status/796820644088451072 https://twitter.com/malaisetele/status/797489550708867072 https://twitter.com/malaisetele/status/797209115470733312 https://twitter.com/malaisetele/status/793163765105786880 https://twitter.com/malaisetele/status/803621640139481088 https://twitter.com/inseni_/status/802805155079012352?s=03

C'est la fin. Oui, c'est fini. 2016 s'en va petit à petit, et nous fêtons ça dignement dans un tout nouveau numéro de Ça va trancher forcément un peu spécial Noël. Dans ce numéro nous avons la chance de recevoir Eric Missoffe, le comédien qui prête sa voix à Sammy et Scooby-Doo, Mr Hankey, et l'inoubliable Dr Carter d'Urgences (Noah Wyle). Un grand merci à lui pour cet excellent moment ! Le reste de l'émission vous réservera aussi quelques surprises, entre actualités et nouvelles rubriques. On vous donne rendez-vous en 2017, le 18 Janvier à 21h. Et d'ici-là prenez soin de vous ! Excellentes fêtes de fin d'année de la part de toute l'équipe. Les liens de l'émission : Mathildehttp://www.7sur7.be/7s7/fr/31482/Le-meilleur-du-web/article/detail/3031056/2016/12/14/Quand-Besancenot-evoque-les-inegalites-avec-le-Pere-Noel.dhtmlhttp://www.7sur7.be/7s7/fr/1505/Monde/article/detail/3016494/2016/12/01/Un-calendrier-de-l-avent-pour-les-criminels-recherches.dhtmlhttp://www.7sur7.be/7s7/fr/1504/Insolite/article/detail/2995511/2016/11/21/Pour-votre-sapin-des-decorations-en-forme-de-vagin.dhtml https://www.etsy.com/fr/shop/feltmelons http://www.7sur7.be/7s7/fr/1505/Monde/article/detail/3027203/2016/12/09/L-interminable-mot-de-l-annee-en-Autriche.dhtmlhttp://www.7sur7.be/7s7/fr/31482/Le-meilleur-du-web/article/detail/3009980/2016/11/28/Dur-dur-la-vie-d-homonyme-de-Francois-Fillon.dhtmlhttp://www.huffingtonpost.fr/2016/12/09/sofia-vergara-est-poursuivie-en-justice-par-ses-embryons-congele/?ncid=fcbklnkfrhpmg00000001 http://www.lemonde.fr/pixels/article/2016/11/28/le-site-zone-telechargement-ferme-par-la-gendarmerie-nationale_5039764_4408996.html http://www.huffingtonpost.fr/2016/11/30/lunesco-inscrit-la-biere-belge-au-patrimoine-culturel-immateriel-de-lhumanite/?ncid=fcbklnkfrhpmg00000001 http://next.liberation.fr/culture-next/2016/12/04/l-auteur-de-bd-gotlib-est-mort-a-l-age-de-82-ans_1532886?xtor=rss-450 http://www.liberation.fr/direct/element/une-suite-a-rabbi-jacob-en-chantier-pour-noel-2018_53082http://www.7sur7.be/7s7/fr/1504/Insolite/article/detail/3031030/2016/12/14/En-route-pour-des-vacances-a-Nice-ils-atterrissent-a-Nis-en-Serbie.dhtmlhttp://www.glamourparis.com/beaute/news/articles/un-make-up-en-forme-de-penis-fait-le-buzz/48147http://www.7sur7.be/7s7/fr/1540/TV/article/detail/3009653/2016/11/28/Le-meilleur-de-Strip-Tease-est-sur-YouTube.dhtml https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCTljLU4Tb2jcW9n23APDwZghttp://www.7sur7.be/7s7/fr/31482/Le-meilleur-du-web/article/detail/2998760/2016/11/23/30-000-dollars-pour-celui-qui-reglera-le-probleme-du-caca-dans-l-Espace.dhtml Les malaises : https://twitter.com/malaisetele/status/804787492104835072 https://twitter.com/malaisetele/status/800068946778996736 https://twitter.com/malaisetele/status/797820208433995777 https://twitter.com/malaisetele/status/796820644088451072 https://twitter.com/malaisetele/status/797489550708867072 https://twitter.com/malaisetele/status/797209115470733312 https://twitter.com/malaisetele/status/793163765105786880 https://twitter.com/malaisetele/status/803621640139481088 https://twitter.com/inseni_/status/802805155079012352?s=03

Episode 151 - Santa Claus - Jason and Danny are jingling all the way through the various silver screen sensations featuring ol St. Nick, Kris Kringle, Babbo Natale, Pere Noel, Weihnachtsmann... - www.stormfrontpros.com

Across the world, he has many names: Kris Kringle, Pere Noel, and Topo Gigio. But we all know him as...Tim Allen? Yes, friends, with Christmas two weeks away, Josh takes a look at another Christmas movie from Walt Disney Pictures on the new Mousterpiece Cinema: 1994's The Santa Clause. He may have liked it as a kid, but is Josh as enamored of this holiday classic as an adult? Do the special effects still impress him? And what does he think about the Cosby sweaters Judge Reinhold wears? Find out on the new holiday-themed episode of Mousterpiece Cinema!