Hello and a very merry, more alessmas to all. I'm Lizzie McNeil.

And I'm Jordan Dunbar. This week we're on Santa watch.

To know what to look out for, let's check out a witness statement from 1823.

It was the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was staring,

not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hopes that

St Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds while visions

of sugarplum.

Ah, Clement Clarkmore's magical visit from St Nicholas, lovingly resided by loyal listener,

actor and racon tour, Stephen Fry.

When what to my wondering eyes did appear, but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer

with a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment he must be, St Nick.

Yeah, Santa zipping a rind in a sleigh, bells jingling, vinders, singling.

You know, I've actually read somewhere that he travels at over 10 million kilometers

an hour. Can you even imagine that, Lizzie?

Really? That, that just doesn't sound right.

Yes, it does. He's Santa. He travels to every country in one night.

No, no, no, not every country believes in Santa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, don't say that.

It's true. Also, some countries have other giftbringers, trolls, elves,

witches, and some countries he delivers on the 6th of December,

and others on the 7th of January, so not Christmas Eve.

Ridiculous. Right. Well, how far do you reckon he travels on the 24th then?

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