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Santa Claus: every festively plump homeless man in a pair of worn black leather boots and torn red flannel shirt. on any corner. slumped against any wall. in any alley, diving into any dumpster. passed out drunk under any bridge. with expired cookie crumbs on his shirt front. wind-burnt cheeks. and a deer sniffing his crotch. be careful how you treat them, and others while in earshot of them. you won't know if he's sleeping or if he's awake. that's how he knows if you've been bad or good. so be good for Goodwill's sake.