The Santa Claus story always gave me the creeps as a kid…
This is a story of someone sneaking into my home – through a chimney filled with smoke and fire no less.. Eating the baked offerings layed out for him, and being able to land a team of massive land beasts on top of my dad’s house without making a sound and Dad getting the shotgun out.
Later as I got older (but still young enough to not question his existence) the” big brother watching me” concept added to that. Always knows if you’ve been good and bad and that sort of stuff. Actually I think that kind of fueled my conspiracy theory interest as a youngun.
And the “I saw mommy kissing santa claus” song really messed with my head when I heard the song played on the radio as a kid, since i wasn’t yet convinced he wasn’t a demon of some sort, and now he’s messing with someone’s mom?
Dude you’re awesomely scary.
