Here comes Santa Claus

Enough with the scary Santas...

It's morning now, and the days will be getting longer. The long night of the Santas is over.

I just found out that there's a good collection of Santa pictures over at the Chicago Tribune web page. That's where this morning's bug-eyed Uncle Fester Santa came from.

Most of the earlier photos came from the Scared of Santa Gallery from the South Florida Sun-Sentinel web page. The Scared of Santa Gallery features, in my humble opinion, a better collection of Santas. Of course, it's a Florida paper, so they should know scary.

It's just about time to head in for work. Only two more days to go. I hope nothing else comes up between now and Christmas Eve.

My Christmas spirit took a beating this week, but fought back hard, and I think with a little cookie baking, present wrapping and bourbon-soaked eggnogg I should recover ok before the holiday.

Enjoy the weekend!

Longest night of the year

One time there was this horrible Santa who would try and entertain the children by showing them his fake wooden eye.

Longest night of the year...

Keenan Wynn was a disaster as Santa Claus.

Longest night of the year

Motel lounge Santa smells like Ron Jeremy.

Longest night of the year

There's always one kid in the bunch who tries to pretend that nothing is wrong. You know the type.

It's that time

Time for scary Santa.

The girl, her intuition far more developed than her hapless brother's, stares straight ahead in a silent plea for help.

Santa loves the little children

Santa seems especially interested in the oldest girl on the right.

These photos came from the Scared of Santa Gallery. Go check it out -- more than 65 photos of little ones in varying states of Santa-induced distress.

I'm sorry, but Santa has to kill you now

He thought the fake beard and wig would be enough of a disguise. But no; he knows he's been recognized, and in the moment of that Instamatic flash going off, Santa knows that he must track you down and kill you now.

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.

Ho...ho...ho...