Friday, December 08, 2006

Stare into the cold dead eyes of Santa

The terrified child reaches out for help, but Mommy and Daddy can't help. Mommy and Daddy are gone. Forever. The older brother stares ahead, unblinking, a grim, stoic figure in the face of all this Christmasey horror. Note Santa's robot arm in the foreground, from which he's detached the wrathful hand of Santa.

Be afraid.


Mob said...

Creepiest Santa ever.

That little one is really losing it, why is the little boy so calm?

Does he know that Santa, like dogs, can smell fear?

Bubs said...

You bet your ass the fat man in red can smell fear. My parents knew this, and that's why they always sedated me and my brothers before we went to see Santa.