It was the Christmas of my 15th year and my family and I were busy with our holiday activities and plans. I had recently become friends with a Spanish foreign exchange student and his host family. We started going out and since this was before I was able to drive and my aversion to cars had set in my mother had to ferry us to and fro. As Christmas day drew near Tony's host family decorated their house and lawn with various Christmas paraphernalia such as a sleigh, reindeer and of course the piece de resistance, a jolly Santa Claus.
The first day Santa made his appearance we picked Tony up while it was still light outside, my mom dropped us off at the local teen hangout, we had a good time and then as we were dropping Tony off for the evening after nightfall we noticed something peculiar about the Santa in the yard...His skin was of a darker nature than what one would expect from Santa. On the way home my family and I discussed the possibility of their being a black santa in the yard. We found this odd as neither Tony nor his host family were black. We debated back and forth about whether or not the Santa was black. I being of the mind that Santa wasn't black and they being of the mind that he was. Not reaching any sensible conclusions we all went to bed.
The next time we went over to Tony's if was after night fall and as we sat in the car waiting for him to come out we studied Santa's face and I was more convinced than ever that it was merely the thickness of the plastic causing Santa to appear to be of a more ethnic origin. My family begged to differ. We argued about this until Tony came out. Still no solid conclusions.
At this point I know what you are thinking, why don't we stop this ridiculous conversation or better still why not just look at the Santa during the day. Well first, my family would never drop an argument no matter how trivial and second looking at Santa during the day smacked a little too much of common sense.
Over the next week we debated back and forth about the Santa. Then one night over a family gab session things got pretty heated. We all were presenting our case for the ethnicity of Santa we had pictures, drawings, light meters, and light diffusion through medium charts, but to no avail. As the night wore on and none of us would budge we decided to go inspect the Santa...mind you it was well after midnight at this point. So we all threw on our coats and drove over to Tony's where we argued heatedly in the car about the ethnicity of the lawn Santa. None of us would get out of the car because a) it was freezing and b) we didn't feel like getting arrested for the nutcases we were by creeping over the yard and inspecting the Santa.
Now after all this and all these years I can't very well tell you what conclusions we came to that night, but I will say this I'm sure I was right :)
I hope everyone enjoys this holiday season and if for some reason this might be a difficult time for you and you don't have happy memories of Christmas past just think about my story and remember how lucky you are not to be as crazy as my family is.
As always have a good day and enjoy.
The first day Santa made his appearance we picked Tony up while it was still light outside, my mom dropped us off at the local teen hangout, we had a good time and then as we were dropping Tony off for the evening after nightfall we noticed something peculiar about the Santa in the yard...His skin was of a darker nature than what one would expect from Santa. On the way home my family and I discussed the possibility of their being a black santa in the yard. We found this odd as neither Tony nor his host family were black. We debated back and forth about whether or not the Santa was black. I being of the mind that Santa wasn't black and they being of the mind that he was. Not reaching any sensible conclusions we all went to bed.
The next time we went over to Tony's if was after night fall and as we sat in the car waiting for him to come out we studied Santa's face and I was more convinced than ever that it was merely the thickness of the plastic causing Santa to appear to be of a more ethnic origin. My family begged to differ. We argued about this until Tony came out. Still no solid conclusions.
At this point I know what you are thinking, why don't we stop this ridiculous conversation or better still why not just look at the Santa during the day. Well first, my family would never drop an argument no matter how trivial and second looking at Santa during the day smacked a little too much of common sense.
Over the next week we debated back and forth about the Santa. Then one night over a family gab session things got pretty heated. We all were presenting our case for the ethnicity of Santa we had pictures, drawings, light meters, and light diffusion through medium charts, but to no avail. As the night wore on and none of us would budge we decided to go inspect the Santa...mind you it was well after midnight at this point. So we all threw on our coats and drove over to Tony's where we argued heatedly in the car about the ethnicity of the lawn Santa. None of us would get out of the car because a) it was freezing and b) we didn't feel like getting arrested for the nutcases we were by creeping over the yard and inspecting the Santa.
Now after all this and all these years I can't very well tell you what conclusions we came to that night, but I will say this I'm sure I was right :)
I hope everyone enjoys this holiday season and if for some reason this might be a difficult time for you and you don't have happy memories of Christmas past just think about my story and remember how lucky you are not to be as crazy as my family is.
As always have a good day and enjoy.
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