Santa has a summer gig that has nothing to do with the North Pole or kids or presents. It’s true. Apparently his other line of work is concrete. Three new houses are under construction just down the street. I saw him yesterday in his signature color – though he was wearing a battered red tank top rather than the red and white fur trimmed winter attire – pouring a driveway. Oh, and he was also wearing shorts and flops. But I knew who he was. The fact that he was looking a little grungy and was covered with a light layer of cement dust didn’t fool me. Long white full beard, big belly, slight man boobs – yes, it was Santa all right.
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