I want some brain teasers about Christmas 10

What was the first thing Grandpa Christmas put in his socks on Christmas Eve?

Answer: Grandpa Christmas's hands.

Santa's grandson.

Christmas is coming, a unit holds a Christmas party, because there are many programs, Santa Claus usually comes out at the end to bless everyone. The actor who plays Santa Claus has nothing to do and is there to take off his beard and eat KFC. When the host said:

Now it's up to Santa Claus to congratulate everyone on Merry Christmas. There is Santa Claus please. At this time, the actor who played Santa Claus went on stage in a panic, forgot to put on the beard and went on stage.

The host doesn't look right, why doesn't this Santa Claus have a beard? Forget to say, "Who are you? At this time, he knew that he had forgotten to wear a beard, and he said in a hurry: "I am the grandson of Santa Claus. The host immediately said:

There was a ship, in the sea encountered wind and waves, drifted for a long time, the ship finally docked, a blind man walked down from the boat, entered a hotel, and ordered a plate of pigeons, after eating the pigeon, the blind man shot himself, and asked the blind man why he committed suicide?

Why is Santa Claus a eunuch?

Haven't you heard of his origins? At the time of the first Christmas, there was no Santa Claus at that time. On this day, there was a saint who urinated on the side of the street and accidentally froze the second child, and in memory of him, there was "Santa Claus".

What was the first gift Santa Claus put in his socks at Christmas?

Answer: His feet.

Who works only one day in a year?

Which religious legend is Christmas associated with?

I know: the most coveted profession – the Christmas Digger.

1. He is very mysterious, you often hear his name, and when you see his "stand-in assistant", you just can't see him go to work.

2. There is zero possibility of firing Santa Claus and laying him off.

3. He naturally appears when he goes to work every year, and there is not even a ghost at other times.

4. His way of working is a twelve-hour week, and when night falls, God knows if he goes to work.

5. Even when he goes to work, he is just a boss and directs a large number of "followers" to run errands, but people praise him, and his followers don't touch it at all.

6. The important content of his work is: traveling the world (our dream).

7. This industry is completely monopolized, and you can't compete fairly in the name of "Christmas Boy", "Christmas Girl", "Christmas Daddy", "Christmas Mother" or "Christmas Grandma", but at most you can only be a "follower" or "stand-in assistant".

What do I think of at Christmas, you ask? I thought of carols and lights, and countless joys turned into songs. Sometimes happiness cannot be kept, and it is only when you have fun in time that you will be enlightened.

I thought of the last snow scene in the wind. Of course, we should reminisce, and we should also move forward. thought of the slightly bleak life behind Huan Cong's ruined deeds.

The so-called courage seeps is the ordinariness that can still go on.

It's not cold enough now, and everyone needs to be trapped in the house and can't get out. At that time I will reminisce, I will hope. I wondered what a wonderful thing it would be if time went on like this, and in a long, long time, if we could recall the present, I was neither more fortunate nor unlucky.

Vacillating, often gloomy mood is by no means hypocritical. I used to be so restless, but now I'm so calm. Sometimes I want to forget it completely.

If I had to say it, maybe when I think about how to speak, I will be the closest to happiness in the rest of the manuscript. I thought about it, giving a perfect answer, I don't want to be too long, I'm afraid you won't have the patience to listen to me, but you can't condense that short golden words anyway. I reminisced about our story and sorted out the language, hoping to say an answer that you would not disobey if you were satisfied.

Thinking like this makes me feel a little lonely. Alone, independent and struggling, I seemed to be drifting away on a pilgrimage path. Are you still waiting for me?

It should be silent, no frogs and crickets, and my roommate is quiet, but there is a voice urging me. Am I being too cautious? It's still too ink.

What comes to mind from Christmas?