So this is the kind of crap ass vagrant that passes as "Santa" in this country.
I shit you not. They call him "Nisse" here, and consider him more of a mischievious gnome than an all powerful, jovial saint. But the general idea remains the same: He sits in a little hut, crouches behind a rickety old desk, and scrawls your children's christmas wishes into a giant ledger with a greasy, feather quill. His teeth are yellowed, his fingers stained with tar. Children cringe and stutter in his presence, while eager parents hover in the wings whispering encouragement and taking blurry snapshots.
We caught him here on a coffee break. God only knows how much whiskey he jacked into that cup before he headed back on duty.
The Alpha Grandma wants credit for the picture. Mr. Alpha Grandma fervently wishes you to know that the coffee was made over an open fire in a 10 gallon cauldren and stirred with a still burning log. JEDA wants you to remain patient, keep checking in, she will get back to you as soon as humanly possible. Also--she's currently slurping the dregs out of her 4th glass of wine for the evening and already peering about the room for more...
Our Holidays are happy. How are yours?
1 comment:
Santa-my ass!!! How can they do this to little kids? Santa wears a red suit and has a white beard, and he for sure doesn't stand around a fire drinking coffee that could pass for crank case oil!
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