I’m not the real Santa – at least not the Santa you’re familiar with.

That Santa lives at the North Pole, with candy canes and silver hanging from every tree. He has funny elves who playfully jump around while they make bright, cheerful toys, and flying reindeer that whisk away a giant sleigh, majestically toppling over in colorful presents, ornaments, and candy.

That is Santa. One day out of the year.

But what does he do the other 364?

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

I Have Absolutely No Response to This Whatsoever



Ok, I guess I do have a response: Oh come on now! Does this kind of crap really fly?

Some of you Children of the World just can't get enough of busting Santa's balls, can you?
And you know who you are, don't you? Oh yeah you do, you
toddler paparazzi. I'll bet you're the same little elves who egged my jeep when
I was visiting my sister in Florida.

That's ok. Keep it up.

I got my lists and I got my LISTS. Know what I mean?

Merry yada yada
Santa