Now, I have nothing against pub crawls, although I've never crawled from pub to pub, but hey, to each his own. What bothers me is lewd, drunken, pub-crawling Santas. As soon as we arrived at the train station, we saw an unusual amount of policemen, and my husband asked them, "Aren't there a lot of you guys here? What's going on today?" to which one of them responded, "some Santa thing going on." Santa thing? Is this a new thing? If not, how did I get through my youth without ever once seeing hundreds of drunken santas parading around New York slurring Christmas greetings to everyone and singing bawdy Christmas songs?
We saw Santas in skin tight union-suit-like onesies, like giant red babies with beer cans instead of bottles, leering Santas, Santas wearing short skirts, Santas with their cleavage hanging out, Santas hitting on elves... I even heard a Santa cat-call as we were crossing Time's Square. Santas should just not cat-call. I'm sorry, that's just my belief.
I was torn between finding this whole thing sort of funny, and being grossed out. Don't get me wrong, I was not disturbed about having my kids see these crazy Santas.
(excuse my horribly grainy photos, folks)
They're old enough to know that people dressed up in Santa suits are still just people. I was personally disturbed. It's like imagining Santa doing any number of things you just should not imagine Santa doing. (ugh - my eyes, my eyes!!) Respect the suit.
Santa shouldn't do things like pass out in Penn Station, is all I'm saying.
