Here I am, surrounded by all these handsome, jolly Santas, but try to get one of them to take out the garbage or treat me to dinner once in a while. Who do you think is supervising the elves while his highness is being fawned over and photographed? But I love Santa anyway – at least one of them. Whatta ya gonna do?
I’m not just eye candy for the big boy. You might be amazed at how a warm-hearted, motherly Mrs. Claus can calm down a child who is intimidated by the big beard and the weird red suit.