If you were guaranteed honest responses to any three questions, whom would you question, and what would you ask them?

Santa Claus:

1. Can reindeer really fly?
2. Is there really a Mrs. Claus?
3. Can I get what I asked for at Christmas last year (and didn't get) this year?

Come on Ron; I am sure you can think of somebody.

 1. I would ask my father why he did things the way he did, and not leave an will after he died, at least "recongizing" us kids as his children, so when my step-mother shut the door in our face... we'd at least have some kind of "tie" to our childhood..if not inheirtance.

2. I would ask the city why they stopped "town" in an magical line east of the Pizza Hut in town, and never gone beyond it in ways. I would assume money is the reason, but you can imporve things without money at times also. Esp small neighborhood "walking" to parks systems...whcih an bench, tree and flowers.  

3. I would ask how to stop the family "diabetes type II /heart" problem, I have an whole line of people in genform saying they have it also with my mother's side of the family name. So far the only person I've found that does this "talking one minute, drop over dead the next" ,,, is Geo. Washinton's "Custis" family. There is one genetic problem I've found hinted at with high Trigycerides...which is what I'm fighting right now, but no cure do I see for it so far. I thought for an while that maybe it was genetically from "alcoholism"..as drinking was parmount in the past, due to unhealthy water, and in the midwest some wells were known to dry up in the late summer...but maybe not, you see why besides the medications, they tell me no drinking...seldom if any. If it were simply an matter of "dieting" then it should be solved. This happened to my mother, and she never drank, all that much, she was never that much over-weight her entire life, At 5'7 the most she ever weighed was 180 pounds going into delivery with my brother. She was always an size 14-16 that I can remember...and for her heighth, it suited her decently also. So I would ask God to remedy the situation for us...or someone. My mother died at age 48 years old. It was good she had her kids young, (19 yers old) or we'd never been able to of had much time with her to even remember her. I am also finding out an Cherokee Indian Named "Hanging Maw" was named so for an big belly hanging over and his brother "Doublehead" they say resorted to cannabilism of the forntier settler's he killed...this goes back to eating of them, gives you their "spirit" also. Hanging Maw was an "peace" chief...Wolfe Clan, and Doublehead was an "warrior". It has been hard tracing them as many of these so called Native Americans also assumed white man names for land grants, and Indians ones for monthly money allotments. We have an member that was taken by captivity as an child, ...he may of been raised by Hanging Maw...if not the Shawnee...or parents being of one each side. At any way, this health problem persists in both my mother' s side and my hubby's side, he had an nephew whom was diagnosed diabetic as an toddler. It could be off the crown, and marrying relatives to close also, but as to my knowledge this is not so with today;'s generation because of genealogy. I was "told" that my hubby and I are 5th generation to each other, means same mother...different father.....though they offered no proof of it.   

1. My mother...what the heck was she thinking in 1977!!!  And the in the world was the attraction???

2. My brother...why?

3. My grandfather...can you see me!?

1. My mother...why did a woman who never wanted children (and didn't like the ones she had) end up having five of them?

2. My father...why did you never try to contact my brother and me?

3. My grandparents...why did you not get my mother professional help when she told you at 14 years of age that she was "forgetting" large chucks of time...months at a time?

and the bonus question:

Is there a Santa Claus or were my first three questions in vain?

 1) My "stepfather" -Why he is the way he is--as*hole!

 2) My Mother--Why she puts up with him and why she has done the things she did

 3) God-- Whats my brother and the rest of my family been up to up there?

Oh! Thank you Debbie. I was starting to sweat.  

Diana...you from virgina?..."Yes, Virginia there is an Santa Claus"..Ok, set on my knee and let granny here tell you an story....when my son was little was when I started it...yep, at Christmas we bought gifts for each other an wrapped them, and then there were the ones under the tree "un-wrapped" and naturally they were an blessing through one of us by way of Santa..why did we get them unwrapped...so when we grew up we'd always be able to tell the nice folks that buy us gifts in life, and the ones that God hears prayers on and sends to us via the "spirit" of Santa...usually arriving unwrapped and bought many times for ourselves, but it's still there as an blessing... of an gift much needed...it's an oportunity to receive an need. Something like Krissy just recently had with her car perhaps.  We get those and we remember the man up above is there ALL the time throughout the year. Understand my dear child what its all about now..Diana, the spirit of Christmas abides all the time..there is an "Santa".. he's the man that carries through materially for the Spirit of the Love that God has for us...and our needs. You will recognize him by his laugh...it's genuine. And his giving is genuine also. I was so busy one Holiday Season on the cash registers, I could not even take the time to look up,,,I had an person helping, we were going so fast and furious..and I heard his "laugh" first, and when he stepped up to get waited on, and I said my usual "Merry Chirstmas" to my customers, he grabbed my hand, (to make me stop foran instance) and he looked me straight in the eye and he said..."And Merry Christamas to YOU"..right down to the core of my being...then picked up his package and left laughing all the way "happy"...I got the message.I just stood there, knowing I had just talk to "Santa" in real. Not the costumed one.  He gave me an gift  that can't be "bought" that day...he wanted me o know that... It was an bit of his "spirit" of happiness in life. End of story. Now go eat your cookies and some milk.  

God

1) why arnt people born equal?

2)Why do the good die young?

3)Why cant you answer the two other questions?