Till now.
Somebody in this world loved Santa so much, they took time and money to paint his face on their shoes.......
Then, for reasons unknown to me, they wound up at a thrift store.
And there Santa waited.
I don't know how long.
But there he was.
And there I was.......
We exchanged glances....
I pretended not to see him.
Guess I was still mad about him never coming to my house.
This quickly faded to sheer awe and amazement.
Who? Why? HOW? What size?
oh yaaaaa, my size. perfect. now I have to buy them. great.....neato......FUCKING RAD!
So now I like Santa.
Turns out he never actually existed.
He never went to anyones fucking house.
You can imagine my relief.
best.
xmas.
ever.
