Nothing to Fear If You’ve Nothing to Hide
There are some really creepy aspects to Christmas traditions, and one of them is stalker Santa, who knows when you’re sleeping, and when you’re awake and OH, GOD, THE EYES! EVERYWHERE THE EYES! I CAN’T POOP UNTIL JANUARY!
Santa (and the even more creepy “Elf on the Shelf”) are natural metaphors for the surveillance state. Let’s face it, we all have things we’re rather not people see. It’s not that we’re bad, or that these things are actually in any way wrong it’s just that OH, GOD, WHAT ARE YOU SCRATCHING? AND HOW DID YOU GET A PIMPLE THERE!
This is a pretty heavy burden to lay on anybody, much less a little kid. So I decided to turn it around. If Santa is spying in little kids, and sees all, maybe he’s spying on the adults as well. And off we go on the last sleigh to creepy town.
By the way, you’ll see this same photo repeated a lot in our run of Christmas toons. Remember that these originally ran a year apart, so I didn’t feel really bad about reusing the same shot and just adding a new caption. They were never intended to be run back-to-back like I’m running them here.
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