In the spirit of the season heres some holiday cheer. Years ago, freshly divorced and wanting to perk up Christmas Eve I decided to take the young lad down to see Santa at the local Harley Davidson dealership, right around the corner from my house. We get there, no Santa. Phil tells me, nah, Santas gone, he left at four. So I take the son back to his moms house and I go back to my hood, decide to have a drink, what the hell. Go into the Trolly, just down from 46th, and of course when I sit down at the bar theres only 5 victims in the whole joint, counting me and the barkeep and Santa, who is staring glumly into a draft beer. I sit next to him, say hey Santa, whats goin on? Tell him that I just missed him at the Harley dealership. This guy, this Santa looks at me, tells me hes depressed, that he thinks its seasonal depression, I shit you not. One of the only two other guys at the bar sez, this prick works one day a year and all he does is piss and moan. Every year when I would tell this story at Christmas my old man would laugh his ass off, it killed him but he would always say that it wasnt true, that it was too good. I sure do miss him and my mom and almost all of yall. Merry Christmas !
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 23:31:55 +0000
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