The caption comes from my son’s response to this image of his niece, enraptured by the magic of Santa Claus. Meh. (But the picture is precious!)
Santa lately is taking some licks–even to the point of being decapitated as his skeleton hung on a Loudon County cross. I wonder if it is possible to just ask him to do public service instead, and promise to help him recover from his compulsive over-gifting. Â (He died to set your VISA free.)
The Jolly Old Elf is being drug behind the unstoppable (?) engine of commerce. He is the ermine-wrapped Marlboro Man of Festivus, theÂ indenturedÂ Elder Statesman of Excess and Debt.
Children fuel the juggernaut of consumption this time of year. And in the end, perpetuated by the true belief of some thing for nothing and lots of things, even better, the children of America, across the spectrum of those family budgets that can and mostly those who can’t, hear rain deer on the roof, leave cookies on a plate, and expect a hippopotamus for Christmas.