"And, hey, Santa," one of them said. "Look after our boys in the Gulf, will you?" He said it with such gooey poignancy, Santa and I laughed merrily after they'd left.
And here he is working as an entrance elf:
The job amounts to hustling up visitors, and I thought I did a pretty good job. "Patronize Santa," I said. "Behold his chubby majesty. Santa was born and raised in a small home. Hail him. Santa's patience is beyond your comprehension. Come test it."I tend to love a diary, for the intimacy it gives you with someone else's life. These dairies are not like that. They hold you at arm's length. But I didn't mind. They were entertaining at a distance, which is quite how I like relationships in real life.