Last night in our neighborhood, Santa Claus came to visit. Thanks to our Police Department and the Police Officers Association, Santa goes to almost all residential areas of the city starting late in November (we’re almost first on his list) and continues through Christmas Eve. He is preceded by an entourage playing Christmas Songs over a mobile music system and several police cars with red/blue lights and sirens — pretty impressive, not to mention that it gets your attention. Lots of kids show up curbside to see Santa and collect a candy cane or two.
Please stop; in two weeks, I bleach MY HAIR WHITE AND BECOME THAT guy.
I HATE having five nephews and three nieces under the age of eight…
No. Actually I revel in it. Who else gets called “Uncle Christmas!” and has kneebiters run around when I pronounce “”SANTA NEEDS A SHOT.”
HA! Didn’t mean to touch a nerve, TC. I understand reveling in the children — we love it too.
We don’t get dressed up like elves or Santa, but might consider it if it means they make the trip to the fridge for a cold beer!
p.s. I really like your weblog.