Næh, den går også bare på blank…
men det er de to-tre første hit når man googler den tekst du har sat ind… For der er andre der har spurgt i dag 
Der er tre forskellige steder det er svaret at det er julemandens kone (og den ene er så Birthe herinde…)
Du kan jo prøve at se om du kan finde indholdet af nogle af de historier, hvor Santa’s wife optræder
Mit bud er den der hedder How Mrs. Santa Claus Saved Christmas, men det er rent gæt 
Du kan jo prøve at se om du kan finde indholdet af nogle af de historier, hvor Santa’s wife optræder
Mrs. Claus - Wikipedia
Mit bud er den der hedder How Mrs. Santa Claus Saved Christmas, men det er rent gæt
Her er teksten i hvert fald.
HOW MRS. SANTA CLAUS SAVED CHRISTMAS.
Everybody knows how Santa Claus looks
You’ve seen his picture in your picture books
You’ve heard about his house
‘(With the North Pole near)
And his sack and his sleigh
And his eight reindeer.
But did you ever before in your life
Know Santa Claus had a wife?
Well, he has.
She’s the reason he doesn’t get thinner,
For she serves his breakfast, she cooks his dinner,
She warms his slippers, she dries his boots
And mends the fur on his Santa Claus suits.
And what is she like? By best report
She’s a cosy, rosy, grandmotherly sort
With a dimple in her cheek, a twinkle in her eye
And a smell of vanilla and hot mince pie.
But the nicest thing that I’ve heard about her is
Santa couldn’t get on without her.
For it may be Santa Claus who makes toys for all the children in
the world; it may be Santa Claus who drives his sleigh through
the winter sky and climbs down waiting chimneys –
But it’s Mrs. Claus who gives him his Good Ideas.
“Santa,” she’ll tell him in mid-November,
“There’s a brand—new boy at the Smiths, remember.
He ought to have something that’s just his size,
Say, a nice blue rattle, the colour of his eyes.
And Benjamin Jones, now, don’t forget
He’s pining for a grown-up chemistry set.
His parents pretend that it can’t be done,
But I like Benjamin. Bring him one.
And Santa hems and Santa haws
But he usually listens to Mrs. Claus …
Except just once when they couldn’t agree,
And this is the story as it came to me.
It was Christmas Eve at the end of the day,
The reindeer nickered as they champed their hay.
Elbows flying, the reindeer Groom
Polished up the harness in the big store-room
While Santa, weary from the wear and tear
Lounged by the fire in his easy chair.
“I think,” he murmured with pardonable pride,
‘Everything is ready for my Midnight Ride.
Everything’s jolly as it’s always been.
The sleigh stands waiting with the gifts crammed in.
Books for the bookish who sit and read,
Football boots for the football breed,
Kites for the tomboy or balls to pitch,
Practical presents for the not-so-rich,
Sweets for the Sweet Tooth,
Chess for the Clever,
It’s just as its been for ever and ever.
I do think Christmas will be fine, this year.
Don’t you agree with that, my dear?”
Mrs. Claus was washing the dishes and stacking them in the china cupboard,
She wiped her hands on her apron, turned around to Santa and looked at him over her spectacles.
And then she said firmly: ‘No.”
“No,” she said, in the clearest of voices,
I’m tired of our same old, tame old choices.
Maybe you’ll consider that my plans are strange,
But just one Christmas, lets have a change.”
“Change’?” asked Santa
In a startled way.
Said she,
“I thought of it just today.
We don’t want the Helpers to overhear,
So come a little closer
And I’ll whisper in your ear.”
Up on her toes stood Mrs. C.
And “Buzz… .buzz… .huzz…” like a honey bee,
“Buzz… .buzz… buzz. …“ like a bee in clover
She whispered her secret over and over.
But Santa Claus’s look got blacker and blacker,
His breath came ‘Pop’ like a red Christmas cracker,
His whiskers wiggled, his lip drew down,
He put on his terrible Santa Claus frown.
Then: ‘Stop,” he thundered, “not one word more.
And he stamped from his chair to the bedroom door.
“Me change Christmas? Why, what a question!
It’s given me sneezes and indigestion,
A pain in my shoulder, a rash, a cough,
I MUST have a nap to sleep it off.
It’s hours till midnight
By the clock on the shelf.
Let nobody wake me. I’ll wake myself.”
And he went indignantly inLo his room muttering: “I never heard such nonsense!”
Mrs. Claus sat calmly down with her crocheting.
The clock ticked on and on.
Soon it was twelve o’clock and Santa hadn’t stirred.
“By the stars in the dipper!
By the Milky Way!
WHO let me sleep till Christmas Day?
A thousand years and never a miss,
But how can children forgive me this?
I’m ruined! I’m finished!and all because
They’ll give up depending on Santa Claus!”
“But Sir,” cried the Groom, “it can’t be so!
I waved goodbye to you hours ago
With the deer and the sleigh
And the gift-crammed pack
And …
There you are now, Sir…
Coming back!”
His mouth fell open with a foolish grin
As the reindeer team came jingling in,
And gay as a sparrow (though twice as stout)
A little red figure climbed stiffly out.
“I must admit they were hard on me –
All those chimneys,” said Mrs. C.
Santa was taken by such surprise
He could merely mumble and blink his eyes.
Then he roared so loud that the roof got quivery,
“You mean to say that YOU made delivery?
YOU drove my reindeer? YOU steered the sleigh?
Then heaven help children on earth today!”
“Now Santa,” Mrs. Claus said quietly, “wait till I get this big
old coat off and I’ll explain.” She pulled him into his chair.
“After all, you told me most particularly not to wake you.”
“I wasn’t quite sure how you had things fixed up,
Maybe I got the addresses mixed up,
Yet anyhow, Santa,” she said, and smiled,
“I did leave a present for every child
Skis for the bookworms, books to read
On rainy Sundays for the Football Breed;
For girls who had nothing but dolls on hand
Nice red trucks for dumping sand;
Nice soft pandas, huggable and fat
For little boys wanting a cowboy hat;
Useless presents, extravagant and funny,
For children with little or even no money;
Chess for the Sweet Tooth,
Sweets for the clever,
It’s NOT what it’s been for ever and ever.
But I DID bring a rattle just his size
For that boy at the Smith’s with the new blue eyes.
And I promise you one thing I didn’t forget –
Benjamin Jones’ chemistry set.”
“Alas,” moaned Santa, hands to his face,
“I’ll never recover from this disgrace.
Glance at the earth, you’re sure to see
Children crying by the Christmas tree.
Children sobbing till they wet their sleeve,
For gifts they expected and didn’t receive.
Listen!
You hear them?”
And leagues around
Up from the world came a curious sound,
A sound like the surge of waves on the shore,
First a ripple
And then a roar
Till the North Pole trembled both fore and after.
But it wasn’t weeping.
It was children’s laughter.
Giggles and gales and peals of mirth
From startled children around the earth.
Gusts of merriment,
Cheers,
Applause,
And a chorus of “Thank you, Santa Claus
For bringing last night, through the dark and cold,
The wish of our hearts we had never told.”
Santa stared at Mrs. Claus for a long, long time.
Suddenly he began to laugh too.
When he could speak once more he said stoutly: “Merry Christmas!”
And Mrs. Claus said: “Merry Christmas!”
And they and the Helpers sat down to the jolliest Christmas Dinner they’d ever had.
Nej, så er det vist ikke lige den historie… Synes i hvert fald ikke lige jeg kan genkende noget…
Har tænkt videre, og er kommet til den konklussion at jeg er nød til at finde ud af hvilket eventyr/fortælling den er fra, for det helt korrekte svar må jo være forfatterens navn…
Nårh ja, det står jo ikke hvem der siger det, men hvem der har skrevet det? Eller hvad?
Nemlig, der spørges til hjem der har skrevet det, og det har jo forfatteren til det eventyr det måtte stamme fra…
Der er andre, der søger hjælp:http://dindebat.dk/spoerge-joergen/775152-jule-konkurrence-hjaelp.html
Og måske har Birthe ret i at svaret er så enkelt som at Julemandens kone har skrevet det
VH
Susanne
[QUOTE=Susanne W;755181]Der er andre, der søger hjælp:http://dindebat.dk/spoerge-joergen/775152-jule-konkurrence-hjaelp.html
Og måske har Birthe ret i at svaret er så enkelt som at Julemandens kone har skrevet det
VH
Susanne[/QUOTE]
Det var der jeg fik svaret fra Susanne
- men jeg kan også sagtens forestille mig, at det er det rigtige svar - at det ikke drejer sig om at google forfatteren, men om at forstå gåden i det…
VH
Susanne
Hvis man skal følge hintet så er det måske Julemanden der bruger sendebud og så er denne sang da et godt bud blot kan jeg ikke genkende den skrevne tekst i sangen
Haha, jeg prøvede at google-translate teksten for at kunne søge en engelsk udgave - men se lige, hvad linjen Hvis alle julemandens nisser siger op, så får julemanden en prop.
oversættes til: If all of Santa’s elves quit, you get a Santa Claus cap
[COLOR=black]Det er sandelig en trussel, hvad? :klapper:
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Har du fundet ud af det rigtige svar?
Næ, jeg fandt ikke det rigtige svar, for det var sådan et internt et, som man skulle gætte, så det kunne ikke googles…
Og jeg røg ud af konkurrencen, men der er også kun 11 tilbage efter det spørgsmål.
Men skide surt, for spørgsmålet i dag er ret nemt, men skidt, det var sjovt så længe det varede…
Og tak for hjælpen til alle jer herinde der legede med…
Øv det er da ikke fair
Øv… Får I at vide hvad svaret er når I ryger ud, eller?
Men flot at du nåede at være med så længe…