You know what I am always waiting for?
The moment when something gets creepy. Yeah creepy. Like when that really nice co-worker always says hi and compliments you and at the same time slowly, slowly creeps into your personal space freaking the living shit out of you.
Or when you finally decide to get off your ass and actually starting exercising and that doesn’t including sitting on the count watching exercising but step out into the sun and go for a run. You run for a while impressed that you are doing it and not dying from a stroke and then you see the -creepy-man-in-car.
You even start to ponder what way he will kill and hope for the forced sex after you have been dead for a while. Hey… perfect world right?
Yeah, my watch (I don’t own a watch) is set for these creepy moments. And that is why I fell in love with this picture.
It’s so wrong….. yet so right.
So which was it? Santa was so distraught over 9/11 that he needed a hug from Jesus or the other way around?
What I gather is Santa is in some major pain… and Jesus, well Jesus is just plain creepy. That smirk suggests other things. Either he knows what happened on 9/11 or something tells me Jesus wants to “finish this in the backseat of the van”.
Run Santa Run!! Don’t let him touch your private place!
Well maybe it serves Santa right. You know with him “seeing you when you are sleeping, knowing when you are awake”.
Poetic justice is what I say.