Speaking of sub editors, something from Squib (who I think has been absent from the comment section for a while.) Que indeed. I have a picture in my head of Outrage Cohen clipping Santa on the back of the head. 
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Speaking of sub editors, something from Squib (who I think has been absent from the comment section for a while.) Que indeed. I have a picture in my head of Outrage Cohen clipping Santa on the back of the head. 
Please, which one is man with beard ?
This is to meet the french relative of Mr. Santa Claus, namely M. Santa Here. Why isn’t the word ‘meet’ capitalized too? Isn’t it good enough for upper case?
To stole the caps from meet.
Lovely!!
Wasn’t aware we had a forensic editor in our midst.
you know, when i wrote that it made sense.
but then i reread it.
probably a fitting time to post this:
http://www.chicagotribune.com/features/holidaily/scaredofsanta/chi-scared-santa-2009-ugcpg,0,5623652.ugcphotogallery
Another fine collection this year, skink. It doesn’t get much better than traumatising kids. Kudos to this kid for playing possum.
I’ll never understand the idea of parents forcing their small kids to sit on the lap of and accept lollies from a stranger, just because he is dressed in a red outfit and hat. They spend the rest of the year instilling the stranger danger message, then suddenly expect kids to warm to some old man with a beard come December.
Agreed Shazza, it’s exactly the same thing wth God
Got to agree with shazza and Onanist.
Santa and God are two of the lies with which children should never be inculcated.
I don’t know if I’d lump them in the same basket. I don’t know if a fervent belief in Santa (supported by evidence including half-chewed carrots and empty glasses of beer) has prompted any crusades, inquisitions or suicide bombings.
Just persistent nagging
My 5 year old is loving omnipresent santa this year. But I wouldn’t cajole, bribe of threaten her to go and talk to him/sit on his lap.
ms curious, who is nearly thirteen, is still terrified of santa.
It’s the same with costumed characters as well – no working with Kiddies card will save them if they’ve never been caught in the first place.
Bloody hell: Krazy Kym dragged me through Myer on Saturday, after I got the Ray Martin money shot.
I’m losing my touch.
Santaland is such a treat. After you have waited in a ‘que’ for an hour, you are escorted into one of three rooms. Each room contains one Santa and one sleeping Rudolph that breathes (but only intermittently). Problems of the existential kind arise when more than one group exit a room at the same time
Mrs Santa is a lucky, if slightly overworked, woman.
squib you missed our bush poetry attempts in recent weeks.
shazza, I knew there was a reason I’d stayed away
Missed your biscuit