Walking to the train Saturday morning, we saw a woman wearing a Santa onesie. He asked me if I thought her day was just starting.
I learned later it was just starting. I saw a few others dressed as Santa on the train to work. Then when I got home, someone asked if anyone saw the Santas outside, for it was Santa Con. There was a collective groan from the rest of my coworkers.
I asked if there was an actual convention somewhere where they were all headed. No, it's a day where you crawl from whatever pub to the next dressed as Santa.
Since I worked in Times Square, I saw a lot of Santas. I wouldn't have minded, except for two things. First, they were all in line for pizza slices. I wanted to grab a quick bite, but there were long lines everywhere filled with Santa.
Second, the train to downtown, there were drunk santas who were not wearing masks, some had their shirts off, and they sang obnoxiously. I was okay with ONE verse of Truly Madly Deeply, but not the second, and not the repeat.
