I had more of a proper post in mind for this day, but apparently the draft didn’t feel like saving itself properly. So instead, here’s a picture of Al Bundy dressed up as Santa. Because if I think Christmas, I think shoe salesman.
“I hate Christmas. The mall is full of nothing but women and children. All you hear is ‘I want this,’ ‘Get me this,’ ‘I have to have this’ . . . and then there’s the children. And they’re all by my store ’cause they stuck the mall Santa right outside ringing his stupid bell. As if you need a bell to notice a 300-pound alcoholic in a red suit. ‘Ho, ho, ho,’ all day long. So, nice as can be, I go outside, ask him to shut the hell up. He takes a swing at me. So I lay a hook into his fat belly and he goes down. Beard comes off, all the kids start crying and I’m the bad guy.”