‘ve a confession to make. I used to be Santa Claus. Not the real Santa, of course, but one of the Shopping Mall Santas who help out the Big Guy in Red, filling in for him in department stores and malls around the country talking to children and having their pictures taken with them. A great part time job that lasts only one 성인용품쇼핑몰 month a year, from the day after Thanksgiving up to Christmas Eve.
How did I get into this gig? By answering a help wanted ad in the local newspaper that said, simply, “Now Hiring Santas. Training Provided.” And a number. I had no idea until that day that temporary employment agencies provided Santas for stores, but as a child I’d sat on the big elf’s lap, told him my holiday desires, and truly believed that he would provide the GI Joe, the Schwinn bicycle, and the Daisy BB gun that I asked for. The chance to learn the secrets of Santa magic, spread delight to children, and get paid at the same time seemed too good to pass up.
Santa School, it turned out, was an all day event, and a serious endeavor. The company showed a video tape of successful Santas talking to kids, showed us all how to put on our costumes, apply a pillow for the proper padding, adjust the wig and beard, and how to add a touch of white make-up to eyebrows and any exposed natural facial hair. And more importantly, we learned the “do’s” and “don’ts” of the Santa trade