Picture this: the year is 1984 and you are an impressionable youth watching an episode of Three’s Company or Little House on the Prairie when during a commercial break this comes on the TV: Obviously after this there was no going back. Your childhood was over, years of therapy ensued, and
I’m sure you all know the story of Santa Claus, right? Of course you do. Everyone remembers how when Santa was an infant he was abandoned in the woods in a snow bank till the personification of the forest – the Great Ak - found him and gave him to a lioness to be cared
We are all familiar with the benevolent nighttime intruder who once a year indulges in mass breaking and entering to deposit gifts under indoor foliage. You know, the omnipotent fat man dressed in red who observes your every waking and sleeping moment to determine if you are “bad” or “good” based on a criteria only
