Down the street from my house is a two-story brick building that, many years ago, was a warehouse. They gutted it and created separate retail spaces in that “up and coming neighborhood” sort of way, and it is now occupied by little knick-knack stores and specialty clothing shops.
Every Christmas, Santa visits. I’ve seen TONS of Santa’s over the years—including the Santa at Macy’s, who is supposed to be the Authoritative Santa—but nobody can touch this guy. He’s fantastic!
Just look at this face!
I’m tellin’ ya, this guy IS Santa. You have to be in his presence to appreciate his “Santa-ness.” That’s a real beard. And he’s jolly, to boot! But he doesn’t smell of weed or alcohol, so it must be his nature to be happy. Freak.