Posted by Janet D. Stemwedel on December 24, 2009 To the young people wandering around Casa Free-Ride singing Christmas songs (not just the refrains but all of the verses):
None of the canonical reindeer is named Connor. And Santa does not have a reindeer named Nixon.
Love,
Dr. Free-Ride
P.S. The last batch of cookies will be out of the oven in one minute. But you need to let them cool before you sample them — just like the other batches.
Cookies need to be eaten after they are cool enough to handle, but before the chips have become hard again.
And Santa _did_ have a reindeer named Nixon, but he kept accusing the other reindeer of being Soviet agents, and they had to kick him off the team.
Merry Christmas to the Freeride family! And I wish you loads of health, wealth, and happiness for the coming year.
Heat up cookie dough? But that will take forever…
Connor and Nixon.
Well … the songs were written a very long time ago. One might expert that in time there might be some turnover in the reindeer pulling Santa’s sleigh. It also seems reasonable that those reindeer might have different names. When the songs were written there were no reindeer named Connor or Nixon. But that may not be the case today. Perhaps the kids know more about it than it seems.
Merry Christmas
The happiest of holidays to all the denizens of Casa Free-Ride from all of us here at ChezJake. It’s good that the cookies are done.
Way back in my feckless youth, in the days when oven thermostats were not quite as reliable as nowadays, there was one kid in my neighborhood who figured out a surefire cookie winning strategy. Quentin managed to convince every mom in a several block radius that he actually preferred cookies that were slightly scorched. As a result, all the moms in the neighborhood saved *all* the slightly scorched cookies for Quentin.
Nothing tastes more wonderful than an oven-fresh cookie so hot it burns your tongue.
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