Gone are the days when earnest, slightly manipulative letters to the North Pole get lost in the USPS ether. Now you can join Santa’s social network and hit him up whenever.
He even has a blog!
That’s sweet and stuff, but the Santa I remember — the one from Miracle on 34th St. — wouldn’t be sending repeated emails asking me to join “Santa live now.” There’s something freaky and subservient-chickenish about that.
