Like many of us, Santa Claus has a Gmail account, and, no surprise he gets spammed like the rest of us. Sort through his legitimate mail from Viagra offers, Nigerian scammers, and other usual spam suspects. Interested in who else is contacting Santa?
I remember the day well; when my little brother burst my Santa Claus bubble. He came home from school and while we were having a snack in the kitchen, he told me that his friend's older brother said that Santa wasn't real. I was devastated and bawled my eyes out.
It begins innocently enough — your lil one asks you to help him write a letter to Santa to ask for a new drum set, and puts out homemade cookies to nourish the jolly man as he makes his way through the night, and presents magically appear under the tree. Thus the story of Santa Claus perpetuates to a new generation of children.
But at some point, usually once the kids are in grade school, a rumor begins to gain momentum, and within days, your tyke is asking you if Santa is real.
Umm, Santa? What seems to be the problem?
Holidays are on my mind lately, and I love seeing all the creative ways others decorate their homes at this time of year. I'm always looking for inspiration to try new things in my own home. We each have our own traditions for the holidays and the seasons, and personalizing our homes is often a large part of those rituals.
Used to be, if you wanted to be Santa's friend, you'd be a good little girl or boy during the year and he would reward you come Christmas time. But hey, those are the old ways of the world! Now if you want to be Santa's friend, you just have to add him on Facebook.
Santa decided to play favorites this year and make an extra special visit to one lucky household. He opted to skip the sketch-ball chimney routine this time around and shimmy off the roof to make a dignified, standing entrance — or a large dent in the family Suburban. Same difference.
Someone's been "naughty" alright. . .
When Santa learns that his father is ill, he must do the unthinkable: leave the North Pole and go home for the holidays. Without a wife, any elves, or even cookies to calm his nerves, Santa returns to his past and rediscovers the reason he left home in the first place. The Indie Claus exposes the man underneath the suit as a dispirited, wine-swigging everyday dude next door.