Last weekend's SantaCon was another reminder that it's the worst thing in the world. Well, that might be slightly hyperbolic, but as much as I love Santa and pub crawls (and I swear to Donner and Blitzen I do), the combination of both annually results in the most belligerent degenerate convention turning our fair streets into a red and white Yule tide of bodily fluids and douche chills. It's terrible, and brings out the humbug in all of us.
C.S. Muncy for the Village Voice Ho, ho, ho!
But if this year's SantaCon had one positive aspect (and believe us, it had exactly one positive aspect) it was its comfortable distance from Christmas itself. Yes, the week-and-a-half buffer allows us to find a way to purge our brains of it and allow us to fall in love with Jolly Old St. Nick once again. To help rekindle a winter love that may only be jingling part of the way, we suggest firing up Netflix to check out the great new <em>I Am Santa Claus documentary, and then listening to our playlist, here:More »