Shifty Santa
I’m sure at the time this photo of me was “cute” and “adorable” and “heart-warming.” But looking at it today, I see something else…

SHIFTY SANTA:
Keep your hands where
we can see them.
Maybe I’m interpreting it with my 2011 cynicism?
But, the more I look, the more photos of my son below further evidence the shadiness of the goings-on above. Look how sweet and platonic the Santas are with my son in the three photos. Notice the regulation glasses. The calm, if ambivalent demeanor. The legit beards.
When I look at that photo of me all is see is pedo-glasses, a fake stank-beard and a fierce desire to drink “spiked eggnog.” North Pole? More like the corner of North 20th Avenue, leaning against a pole on probation for B & E.
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Good thing I had a giant can of mace in my pocket and a black belt in punching bowls full of jelly. I may have to teach my son the skill that every kid should be familiar with by the time they can walk: the testicle kicksplosion.
Happy Holidays everyone,
Charlie





4 Comments
4 Responses to “Shifty Santa”
I don’t think your son likes visiting Santa.
Oh boy, that Santa does look like a creep! You look adorable however
what does it mean that you look happy with shifty santa and your son looks miserable with the others?
OMG Charlie! Seriously scary santa pic.
Umm… and I agree with Hannah – your son doesn’t seem to be digging the Santa visits…
-s