Tuesday - Sordid tales of Santa

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about how much my coworker, Dixie, hates Santa Clause. She hates Santa with a fur-trimmed passion, though not near as much as she hates the Easter Bunny. Hers is not the usual seasonal irritation you find in a lot of people who dislike holidays and the things that represent them, but a deep-seated distain born from personal experience. You see, at her last job, Dixie worked closely with Santa and the Easter Bunny both.

( Sit on my lap, and ignore the rabbit passed out in the corner )