29 November 2006

the True Christmas Spirit. (so help us all)

Rebecca and i were meandering through the market the other day when we passed a dancing Santa doll with no legs outside a shop. It was dancing a weird pelvic thrust on its hips that was perhaps an attempt to imitate belly-jogging Santa-like jovial laughter.
There was a woman standing in front of said Santa, with her hands on his shoulders, with his head at a most appropriate height, and as he gyrated away she pushed down on his shoulders.
I don't know what was going on.
We kept walking, though. It was lunch-time.

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