A few Christmases ago, I published this email from Santa, which arrived on the night before the night before Christmas. Readers had so much fun with it, it’s become an annual tradition. Enjoy!
And have a Happy Holiday.
This is Santa, writing from the North Pole. Soon I’ll be gathering all the toys for all the good little girls and boys and packing them in my sleigh to begin our journey, our night of nights.
The reindeer, however, are starting to complain about hoof-rot. Apparently, they’ve been standing around in too much slush. This has put me in a decidedly prickly mood this Christmas.
You know me; I’m not a single-issue guy. I believe that as long as you are good, and I mean good for goodness’ sake, you deserve some slack on the other stuff. I’m an equal opportunity distributor. I know whether you’ve been bad or good or just plain evil. You also know I’m not one to discriminate against one group of people or another, believers or non-believers.
But this year is different. This year, I’m making a few changes to my list. I’m checking it twice and have decided that the naughty include any one of you out there who do not believe in global warming. All you climate change skeptics out there, you are on the naughty list this year.
Oh, you know who you are. And I’ve got one special gift for you: Nothing but COAL. You like the stuff so much — and it’s such a big part of what’s leading to climate change — you might as well have bags and bags of it and nothing more.
Make no mistake. Global warming is happening. You don’t have to show me any scientific reports, although some nifty ones have shown up in my email box lately, sent to me from the National Center for Atmospheric Research and the National Snow and Ice Data Center.
No, you don’t have to convince me; I’m a believer. All I have to do is look out my window to my back yard, what’s left of it! It’s a soupy mess out there.
We usually have a good bit of ice up here at the North Pole — and early. That’s important, too; you see, every year the elves and I construct a temporary workshop up here where we make the toys and assemble the other goodies. The earlier the ice, the sooner we get started.
Although I have figured out a way to deliver the entire shipment of gifts on my list in one night, I still haven’t perfected the manufacturing process. I can’t speed it up. (Some of that I blame on the unions.) We need all the ice we can get up here for there is no solid ground.
But this year, the ice cover was the lowest it’s been in almost 30 years. And at least one of those science groups studying this stuff tells me that, according to their models, by 2040, we’ll have mostly open water up here. (They sent me this short animation clip, which sends chills up my spine: Arctic Ice Melt.)
Mrs. Claus has even started looking for Houseboats on Craig’s List!
So, dear boys and girls, you better not pout or cry or whine or deny climate change any longer. And I’m telling you why: because climate change is coming to town. Time’s a wasting. We need to do something about this now, before it’s too late. Or before I have to move all of my operations to the South Pole!
Here’s wishing a carbon-neutral Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
S. Claus, North Pole