SPEAKER_02
0:05
Hey,
it's
Fletch,
and
this
is
the
Mango
Times
Podcast.
Welcome
to
Mango
Bite
Number
Four.
Remember,
I've
taken
the
month
of
December
off,
so
I'm
doing
weekly
short
episodes.
I'm
calling
them
Mango
Bites.
And
for
the
last
three
weeks,
I've
gone
back
and
shared
clips
from
earlier
episodes.
SPEAKER_02
0:21
Well,
this
week
I
have
a
really
special
episode
for
you.
You
know,
over
the
year
we
had
some
great
guests
on
the
Mango
Times.
We
had
people
from
all
over
life
talking
about
the
Fletch
Festo,
talking
about
adventure,
just
talking
about
life.
And
what
I
did
was
I
invited
all
of
them
back
on
to
this
episode
to
help
me
read
a
little
Christmas
poem
that
we
know
is
called
A
Visit
from
St.
Nicholas.
You
know,
on
December
23rd,
1823,
the
poem
was
written
and
published
anonymously
in
this
local
newspaper
in
New
York.
And
it
was
a
slightly
different
take
on
Santa
Claus
at
the
time.
Up
until
then,
it
was
traditionally
depicted
as
this,
you
know,
thinner,
less
jolly,
kind
of
this
horse
riding
disciplinarian
that
was
a
combination
of
mythologies.
You
had
the
British
Father
Christmas,
you
had
the
uh
the
Dutch
uh
Sinterklaas
and
that
fourth
century
bishop
Saint
Nicholas.
But
the
poem
that
came
out
in
that
newspaper
painted
a
totally
different
picture.
It
gave
Santa
a
reindeer,
it
even
named
them,
it
described
Santa
as
someone
who
could
magically
sneak
in
and
out
of
homes
by
way
of
a
chimney,
and
it
created
this
picture,
this
cheerful,
chubby
icon
that
has
just
been
present
on
holiday
cards,
movies,
television
shows,
uh,
malls.
Uh
I
mean,
even
Coca-Cola
ads
have
this
nice
jolly
Santa
Claus.
So
the
poem
is
now
known
as 'Twas
the
Night
Before
Christmas,'
which
comes
after
that
very
famous
first
line.
But
thirteen
years
after
it
was
published
in
that
newspaper,
a
gentleman
by
the
name
of
Clement
Clark
Moore
took
credit
for
its
authorship.
And
though
his
claim
to
the
poem
is
now
in
question,
many
believe
that
the
poem
was
actually
penned
by
New
York
writer
Henry
Livingston.
So
this
is
a
visit
from
St.
Nicholas,
as
told
by
all
the
guests
on
the
Mango
Times
Podcast
in
2025.
SPEAKER_02
2:36
A
visit
from
St.
Nicholas.
SPEAKER_01
2:57
While
visions
of
sugar
plums
danced
in
their
heads,
and
Mama
in
her
kerchief
and
I
in
my
cap
had
just
settled
our
brains
for
a
long
winter's
nap.
SPEAKER_12
3:08
When
out
on
the
lawn
there
arose
such
a
clatter,
I
sprang
from
the
bed
to
see
what
was
the
matter.
Away
to
the
window
I
flew
like
a
flash,
tore
open
the
shutters
and
threw
up
the
sash.
SPEAKER_10
3:21
The
moon
on
the
breast
of
the
new
fallen
snow
gave
a
luster
of
midday
to
objects
below.
When
what
to
my
wondering
eyes
should
appear,
but
a
miniature
sleigh
and
ate
tiny
reindeer.
SPEAKER_11
3:32
With
a
little
old
driver
so
lively
and
quick,
I
knew
in
a
moment
it
must
be
Saint
Nick.
More
rapid
than
eagles,
his
coursers
they
came,
and
he
whistled
and
shouted
and
called
them
by
name.
SPEAKER_03
3:44
Now
Dasher,
now
Dancer,
now
Prancer
and
Vixen,
on
Comet,
on
Cupid,
on
Donter
and
Blitzen,
to
the
top
of
the
porch,
to
the
top
of
the
wall.
Now
dash
away,
dash
away,
dash
away
all.
SPEAKER_08
4:00
As
dry
leaves
that
before
the
wild
hurricane
fly,
when
they
meet
with
an
obstacle,
mount
to
the
sky.
So
up
to
the
housetop,
the
courtiers
they
flew,
with
the
sleigh
full
of
toys
in
St.
Nicholas,
too.
SPEAKER_07
4:15
And
then
in
a
twinkling,
I
heard
on
the
roof
the
prancing
and
pawing
of
each
little
hoof.
As
I
drew
in
my
head
and
was
turned
around.
Down
the
chimney,
Saint
Nicholas
came
with
a
bound.
SPEAKER_06
4:31
He
was
dressed
all
in
fur
from
his
head
to
his
foot,
and
his
clothes
were
tarnished
with
ashes
and
soot.
A
bundle
of
toys
he
had
flung
on
his
back,
and
he
looked
like
a
peddler
just
opening
his
pack.
SPEAKER_09
4:44
His
eyes,
how
they
twinkled,
his
dimples
how
merry,
his
cheeks
were
like
roses,
his
nose
like
a
cherry,
his
droll
little
mouth
was
drawn
up
like
a
bow,
and
the
beard
of
his
chin
was
as
white
as
the
snow.
SPEAKER_02
4:57
The
stump
of
a
pipe
he
held
tight
in
his
teeth,
and
the
smoke
it
encircled
his
head
like
a
wreath.
He
had
a
broad
face
and
a
little
round
belly
that
shook
when
he
laughed
like
a
bowl
full
of
jelly.
SPEAKER_00
5:13
He
was
chubby
and
plump,
a
right
jolly
old
elf.
And
I
laughed
when
I
saw
him
in
spite
of
myself.
A
wink
of
his
eye
and
a
twist
of
his
head
soon
gave
me
to
know
I
had
nothing
to
dread.
SPEAKER_05
5:27
He
spoke
not
a
word,
but
went
straight
to
his
work
and
filled
all
the
stockings,
then
turned
with
a
jerk.
And
laying
his
finger
aside
of
his
nose
and
giving
a
nod,
up
the
chimney
he
rose.
SPEAKER_04
5:40
He
sprang
to
his
sleigh,
to
his
team
gave
a
whistle,
and
away
they
all
flew
like
the
down
of
a
thistle.
But
I
heard
him
explain,
Airy
drove
out
of
sight.
Happy
Christmas
to
all,
and
to
all
a
good
night.
SPEAKER_02
6:01
Alright,
I
want
to
thank
everyone
who
participated
in
the
poem
this
year.
My
wife
Kendra,
James
Estes,
Lisa
Kelgard,
my
son
Christian
Fletcher,
Corey
Strauss,
Roy
Mendiola,
Isaac
Gross,
John
Eighty,
Matt
Andrews,
Tom
Slater,
and
good
old
Popop
on
the
back
porch.
Hey,
thanks
for
a
great
year
here
at
the
Mango
Times
Podcast.
Thanks
for
allowing
me
to
reboot
and
stick
with
it
for
an
entire
year.
Thanks
for
these
last
few
weeks
just
enjoying
these
Mango
Bites.
If
you
like
what
we're
doing
here
at
the
Mango
Times,
please
head
over
to
Apple
Podcasts
and
leave
us
a
review.
Or
you
can
slide
down
in
the
show
notes
and
send
me
a
text
message
just
telling
me
what
you
think
about
the
show.
We're
gonna
be
back
next
week
with
our
season
trailer
for
season
six
on
the
Mango
Times.
We're
so
excited
about
what
is
coming.
So
tune
in
again
next
week.
And
until
then,
happy
everything,
all
the
holidays,
and
get
out
there
and
quietly
make
some
noise.
SPEAKER_02
7:14
This
final
episode
of
the
Mango
Times
podcast
for
2025
is
dedicated
to
my
dad.
Happy
birthday.
You
make
ninety
five
look
easy.
I
got
through
this.
SPEAKER_04
7:25
You
just
read
the
part.
Oh,
okay.
When
you
want
to
do
it.
SPEAKER_02
7:28
Whenever
you're
ready.
SPEAKER_04
7:30
Okay.
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