My father, dressed as Santa. I drove him around yesterday as he carried out his usual December 24 rounds, visiting the children of friends. This was taken at dusk in Bowring Park. where he handed out treats to strangers who approached him for pictures, handshakes and glad tidings.Merry Christmas to you all. 
On December 25, 2012 at 3:33pm

My father, dressed as Santa. I drove him around yesterday as he carried out his usual December 24 rounds, visiting the children of friends. This was taken at dusk in Bowring Park. where he handed out treats to strangers who approached him for pictures, handshakes and glad tidings.

Merry Christmas to you all. 

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(Note: I wrote this as a Christmas joke for some London colleagues back in 2005 or ‘06, and then forgot all about it. I recently stumbled upon it and have decided to let it once again see the light of day. It’s a bit UK-centric, and certainly dated at parts, but what the heck. Merry Christmas, folks.)

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Drinks With The Fat Man: 

Seamus Heffernan interviews the ultimate seasonal worker

In this exclusive, Santa Claus opens up about materialism, Rudolph, unionised elf labour, Mrs Claus, and, of course, fulfilling the dreams of millions of children every 24 December. 

Contributing editor Seamus Heffernan caught up with Mr Kringle over pints recently at a north London watering hole.  The following is an edited transcript of their conversation.

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Seamus Heffernan: Well, first, thanks for agreeing to do this.  I mean, you must be pretty busy-

Santa Claus: Yeah, no problem.  Were these the best seats we could get?

Heffernan: Sorry, I didnt realise you would have a preference.  We can move over there.

Claus:  Where?  There?  Next to the kitchen?  Too busy.

Heffernan:  Well, the table there next to the jukebox is free.

Claus: Yeah, great, so every half-drunk mouth-breather with a fistful of change and a hankering for some Buckcherry can bump into us?  No thanks.

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GPOYW: Me, giving a talk on photography and explaining this photo I took of my father/Santa Claus last Christmas Eve.
On April 17, 2012 at 11:33pm

GPOYW: Me, giving a talk on photography and explaining this photo I took of my father/Santa Claus last Christmas Eve.

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My friend Michelle, shot at my Christmas party this past December. My place, St. John’s.
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My friend Michelle, shot at my Christmas party this past December. My place, St. John’s.

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Down for another year: An employee in a Water Stree shop window packs up the 2011 Christmas decorations.
She’s seem way too happy about it, though. I once paid an ex to take down my Christmas decorations. I find it far too depressing.
On January 12, 2012 at 9:39pm

Down for another year: An employee in a Water Stree shop window packs up the 2011 Christmas decorations.

She’s seem way too happy about it, though. I once paid an ex to take down my Christmas decorations. I find it far too depressing.

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Old Christmas Day. Time to pack it all up again for another year—including this pretty sweet Batman decoration, guarding my tree since my sister gave it to me on the 25th.
On January 6, 2012 at 8:16am

Old Christmas Day. Time to pack it all up again for another year—including this pretty sweet Batman decoration, guarding my tree since my sister gave it to me on the 25th.

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My father as Santa meets a well-wisher in Bowring Park, St. John’s.
"God bless you, Santa," this gent said with all apparent sincerity. "You’re a good man."
"Thank you," my father replied. "And don’t worry, you’ll get that truck you asked for."
On December 24, 2011 at 5:26pm

My father as Santa meets a well-wisher in Bowring Park, St. John’s.

"God bless you, Santa," this gent said with all apparent sincerity. "You’re a good man."

"Thank you," my father replied. "And don’t worry, you’ll get that truck you asked for."

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Rebecca’s nephew Logan, 3, with my father as Santa.
Every Christmas Eve my father dresses up like this and it’s my job to drive him around to visit kids, relatives and other loved ones. Every Christmas Eve we still have a blast. He’s crazy, but it’s a good crazy, folks.
On December 24, 2011 at 5:09pm

Rebecca’s nephew Logan, 3, with my father as Santa.

Every Christmas Eve my father dresses up like this and it’s my job to drive him around to visit kids, relatives and other loved ones. Every Christmas Eve we still have a blast. He’s crazy, but it’s a good crazy, folks.

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