Welcome to The Big Jewel, where it turns out St. Nick was no saint. Our good friend Ernst Albrecht has the goods on the jolly old bugger, who surely deserves a lump of coal in his own stocking for his treatment of a promising young poet: "The Santa Claus Poems" By Ernst Albrecht A man goes far to find out what he is. Sometimes, at the end of his rainbow (or the end of his rope), he sees only a friendly stranger shrouded in multiple layers of yellow cellophane, someone who wants to groom wire-haired schnauzers for free, someone who calls late at night asking for Gary or Bernard. I'm referring, of course, to the life of Arnold Benjamin, poet and hemophiliac. Born in the furrow of a cornfield, he had a simple, grief-stricken childhood. Even so, he grew like a weed until by the age of 12 he was 27-years-old... For the full article please visit http://www.thebigjewel.com/ To unsubscribe from The Big Jewel's Hilarious Weekly Email please send an email with the word UNSUBSCRIBE in the subject line to neilpasricha@xxxxxxxxx