Santa here, Santa there, Santa everywhere. As the sun set, the chimney became the bar entrance, and the milk and cookies were replaced with liquor and beer.
This essay is part two of a two-part series. See part one here.
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The bar entrance is only feet away, but sometimes you just can't wait.
Winter fresh.
"I'm the best Santa because I'm the most adaptable . . . any gift you need I got it."
Classic.
GQ Santa stepping out for some fresh air.
Can we take a moment to applaud the Santa-stuck-in-a-chimney hat? And yes, that is the real name.
Question: Why are you the best Santa?
Answer: “Because I’m from Cali, no questions asked. There’s no other better Santa dude! Hawaiian shirt, beer … Santa on vacation.”
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