It doesn't matter what color Santa is. What matters is the spirit of giving and sharing he is supposed to inspire in all of us.

Maybe he's really an alien with control of time. That would explain a lot.

"Don't worry, Santa's really black. He's just passing."

That's a phrase I've borrowed a few times myself to shut up particularly virulent racist diatribes in my presence: "How do you know I'm not passing?" Guaranteed to stop 'em in their tracks, because it's an unfamiliar challenge and they don't know quite what's about to happen, though they're pretty sure they might not enjoy it. People who don't know me yet take one look and make all sorts of erroneous assumptions; the racists think they've got carte blanche.

God bless them, more and more of the younger generation are just plain puzzled over the hangups of ours.

So Cool.

"A book? I already know how to read. Mrs. President, I wanted that fire truck"

this is me, a guy who doesn't know much about hair styling...so correct me if I'm wrong.

Whatever the case, beautiful!

effortless. Although I tend to suspect that if anyone looks beautiful first thing in the morning, it would be our First Lady. On the other hand, when my eyes pop open in the morning, wise people give me plenty of elbow room until there's a coffee cup in my hand. I would remind you of that famous picture of Grumpy Cat, where he/she's saying, "I had fun once. It was awful."