Three Santas

Hello live studio audiences!!!

                The eve of Christmas eve was an interesting one. I had a strange dream that I was in a huge shopping mall and someone was showing me different things I had to see and get. When I was about to leave this dream mall, a man came to escort me down stairs to the exit. He wore a red Peabody jacket, perfectly tailored of course, with white fur trim. When I woke up I knew that I had to follow the Santa. What a novel and strange idea during Christmas and I thought, what are the chances I would run into someone who was dressed like Santa.  

It was Beau’s idea to walk the mean streets of Anchorage (Yup. Still Alaska. Still cold). As we were walking we saw this man in a red coat, who looked a lot like Santa who was riding a bike. I looked at Beau and said, “Holy crap. Did you just see that?”

“What?”

“A man, he looked like a dead ringer to Santa…. And he was riding a bike.” He looks toward the angrily cycling man and he remarks. “Oh- Hey. That’s different.” We shrug our shoulders and wander further around until he hit the mall. After being pulled into a few shops by Beau, it was time to eat. Arby’s was the place to be. We were on the top floor of the Anchorage 5^th avenue mall. And while the children were lining up to see Mall Santa, here comes anger-cycling Santa in the Mall walking around visiting Japanese tourists. My mouth gaped open and said to Beau, “It’s that guy again.”

“No it isn’t.”

“Yes. It is.”

“How do you know?”

“You don’t forget an angry cycling hobo Santa. You kinda don’t see those every day.”

He looked at him sideways and looked at me, then looked at him and then at me.  “Ok, maybe. I guess it could be.” Shortly after hobo Santa left, we soon departed back to his base. We went to a shopping area there to pick up some last minute supplies which ended up us looking at various things.  We found our wandering self’s in a gift shop where he had once purchased a unique set of curios including a pin that was carved from an ancient walrus tusk.  There was this small shelf that housed a different sets of Hodge podge Christmas curios and at the end sat, rather mockingly, a Santa on a bicycle. Beau looked at me with big eyes, “Holy crap Eden, I think it’s a sign.”

…… should we have tipped the hobo Santa?

RANDOM!!!!!