Gate Crashing Fat Bearded Old Man

Jesus must be well pissed off that Father Christmas is the seasonal face of Christmas and takes over his birthday party every year. I guess that some fat bearded old man in a red and white trimmed jumpsuit with flying reindeer's in tow who delivers Christmas presents to the whole world is just so must more marketable than celebrating the birth of someone born in a stable over two thousand years ago.
Speaking of which - why couldn’t Mary just have the baby in Nazareth? Why did a heavily pregnant woman have to travel to Bethlehem on a donkey? No room at the inn, should of left earlier or made better travel arrangements on your part Joseph.

A bloke at work was telling me that his kid still believes in Father Christmas at age nine.
“I will make sure that it’s the last year he does believe in him, Next year I want the credit,” he said. I agreed.
“If he can’t sleep on Christmas eve tell him then,” I said.
That might sound cruel but age nine and he still believes in Father Christmas, come on.

I found out when I was about six years old. Don’t know how, I guess that I worked out that it was impossible to carry out such a huge job in one night. Kind of how a year or so later I worked out that Noah’s arc was an impossible job that just couldn’t be true. In fact the job of Father Christmas seems more believable than Noah’s and I really should of worked that out first.
When I confronted my dad and asked him if Father Christmas existed he put up no defense for the fat bearded old man. I guess my dad thought it was about time he took the credit.