Nobody should see Santa naked. Nobody! It should not happen. Ever.
He wasn’t exactly naked, but he wasn’t wearing a shirt or singlet. Not even his beard. Only his shorts. Unheard of.
I work in a shopping center and the vacant office down the hall is vacant and is currently being used as a dressing room by our visiting Santa. He is as jolly and as real as any Santa but only in his red suit. His “ho ho ho” can be heard at various times during the day and he always ready with his laughter. Tonight, he emerged from his dressing room as I walked past the dressing room as I was leaving to go home. No shirt, no singlet, no beard, no red suit and no ho ho hos. Santa is a mere mortal after all.
