Xmas-Files / Microsoft

Delwin D Fandrich pianobuilders@olynet.com
Sat, 19 Dec 1998 08:21:43 -0800



Ron Nossaman wrote:Snip...snip....

> "Officially.  Two days ago, eight prized Scandinavian reindeer
> vanished from the National Zoo, in Washington, D.C. Nobody--not even
> the zookeeper-- was told about it. The government doesn't want people
> to know about Project  Kringle. They fear that if this thing is proved
> to exist the public will stop  spending half its annual income in a
> holiday shopping frenzy.  Retail markets will collapse.  Scully, they
> cannot let the world believe this creature lives.  There's too much at
> stake.  They'll do whatever it takes to insure another silent night."

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Well, now.  Let's think about that for a minute.

There are approximately two billion children (persons under 18) in the world.

However, since Santa does not visit children of Muslim, Hindu, Jewish or
Buddhist (except maybe in Japan) religions, this reduces the workload for
Christmas night to 15% of the total, or 378 million (according to the
Population Reference Bureau).

At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that comes to 108
million homes -- presuming that there is at least one good child in each.

Santa has about 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different
time zones and the rotation of the earth, and assuming that he travels east to
west (which seems logical).

This works out to 967.7 visits per second.

This is to say that for each Christian household with a good child, Santa has
around 1/1000th of a second to park the sleigh, hop out, jump down the
chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree,
eat whatever snacks have been left for him, get back up the chimney, jump into
the sleigh and get on to the next house.

Assuming that each of these 108 million stops is evenly distributed around the
earth (which, of course, we know to be false, but will accept for the purpose
of our calculation), we are now talking about 0.78 miles per household -- a
total trip of 75.5 million miles, not counting bathroom stops or breaks.

This means Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second --3000 times the
speed of sound.

For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle, the Ulysses space
probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second

A conventional reindeer can run, at best, 15 miles per hour.

The payload of the sleigh adds another interesting element.

Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium sized Lego set (two
pounds), the sleigh is carrying over 500 thousand tons, not counting Santa
himself.

On land, a conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even
granting that the "flying" reindeer could pull ten times the normal amount,
the job can't be done with eight or even nine of them; Santa would need
360,000 of them.

This increases the payload, not counting the weight of the sleigh, another
54,000 tons, or roughly seven times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth (the
ship, not the monarch).

600,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air
resistance; this would heat up the reindeer in the same fashion as a
spacecraft re-entering the earth's atmosphere.

The lead pair of reindeer would each absorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy
per second, they would burst into flames almost instantaneously, exposing the
reindeer behind them and creating deafening sonic booms in their wake.

The entire reindeer team would be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a
second, or right about the time Santa reached the fifth house on his trip.

Not that it matters, however, since Santa, as a result of accelerating from a
dead stop to 650 m/s. in .001 seconds, would be subjected to acceleration
forces of 17,500 g's. A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would
be pinned to the back of the sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force, instantly
crushing his bones and organs, and reducing him to a quivering blob of pink
goo.

Therefore, if Santa did exist, he's dead now :-)

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Del





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