It’s Raining Santas, Hallelujah!

Why did I titled today's post "It's Raining Santas, Hallelujah!"??

If you know you know, but I'll give you a clue ……… think The Weather Girls.

So, what had happened was, walking into the Pain Cave yesterday morning, what did I see but another Santa.

One of Trainer's elite fighters had been volunteered, by his wife, to be Santa at their son’s school, so he popped in after to surprise Trainer.

Trainer was not in the mood.

After having had to help fend off a neighborhood crazy, causing trouble for Liquor Store Guy just minutes before, Trainer said that seeing Santa walk through the door, not recognizing him, his reaction was no reaction.

Said, he deadpanned and pondered what fresh hell could this be, until Santa spoke, said "It's me".

My reaction was like it always is when I see the big guy ……… fan girling, yelling "SANTA!!", and heading in for a photo.

This Santa was more than happy to accommodate my photo request, and from his manly proud pose, it doesn't look like he's minding at all that I'm climbing all over him.

Saturday is Breakfast with Santa ……… which will be my third Santa sighting this week, but the atmosphere will be don't touch, keep it PG.

I'll still jump around like a kid and yell "SANTA!!", when he shows up; but otherwise behave appropriately.

Popping into the market after yesterday's Santa sighting, I saw something that should be reported to the SPCE, Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Elves ……… Holly hidden away in deplorable conditions.

I protested ……… said to a store employee in the area that the poor thing was freezing to death; whereupon another employee spoke up and jokingly said, "She's from Canada. She can handle the cold".

I wasn’t buying it and walked away mumbling, "The poor thing".