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                "You better watch out, You better not cry, Better not pout,
                I’m telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to town." 
                Is it any wonder half the toddlers in line to see the mall Santa would
                rather eat a ground glass sandwich? I mean, maybe the opening line of
                "Santa Claus is Coming To Town" wasn’t originally intended to be
                threatening, but there’s no denying that’s how it’s been used by 
                Parent’s, Teachers and most recently Juvenile Parole Officers over the
                years. The whole concept of Santa is frightening enough with this song.
                A bearded stranger enters your house in the dead of night and leaves 
                anonymous packages. Jolly Old Elf or Unibomber? My kids hate it when I
                submerge their gifts in the tub before opening them, but they’d hate
                going through life with a hook hand and disfiguring burn scars covering
                thirty percent of their bodies too. 
                 
                "He’s making a list, Checking it Twice, Gonna find out 
                who’s naughty and nice, Santa Claus is coming to town." 
                 
                Who else had a list? Nixon had one. So did Joe McCarthy. Adrian Messenger had a list and just about everyone on it died horribly.
                Schindler’s list was nice in context, but frankly people who keep lists
                give me the willies. Oh, and Santa? Who was it said "Judge not lest ye
                be judged"? I’m pretty sure it was Jesus and he might already be a
                little miffed about you co-opting his birthday. Maybe you’d better watch
                out, ‘cause rumor has it the Lamb of God can be a mean drunk, and this
                is the party season. 
                 
                Now it gets truly terrifying; 
                 
                "He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re 
                awake, he knows if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake" 
                 
                Does this mean Santa is a little like God or a little like Stalinist
                Russia? He sees me when I’m sleeping? That could explain the recovered
                memories. Does this mean that Santa can choose to observe me at any
                moment? Am I the only one who found himself unable to ‘get down to
                business’ in the restroom from about Thanksgiving on? Must children live
                in fear that their smallest moral lapses are observed? Did Chris Kringle
                see Danny use to ‘five finger discount’ to get that perfume for Mom? Was 
                Saint Nick watching when Timmy ‘borrowed’ Dad’s Sport’s Illustrated
                Swimsuit Issue for a little ‘Quiet Time’? Was Father Christmas skulking
                in the bushes Chuck and Suzanne appeased the powers of darkness by
                sacrificing old lady Johnson’s Bijon Frise? 
                
                  
                And what does Santa give in exchange for your
                inalienable human right to privacy. Toys. And that’s if you’ve been ‘Nice’. If you’re ‘Naughty’ you
                give it all up for a lump of coal! There’s a word for citizens being 
                required to cede certain rights to a controlling authority in exchange
                for services rendered to the majority. Fascism. 
                 
                So before you set out the cookies and milk Christmas Eve, take a moment
                to consider these few facts; 
                1.) Would you allow your children onto the lap of any other obese,
                elderly stranger? 
                2.) Santa only came to appreciate
                Rudolph once he found a way to exploit him. 
                3.) Only works at night? Immortal? Probably a Vampire. 
                4.) Despite a massive cover-up and media collusion, evidence shows that
                at 4:56 AM, December 25, 1957, on his way back to the North Pole,
                Santa’s sled crashed in the Andes. Ostensibly he’d eaten the reindeer to
                survive, but Medivac Elves on the scene agree he could have lived for
                months off his ‘bowl full of jelly.’ 
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