Hello…I am baby Santa Claus…I was originally owned by Jef Choy’s grandparents….they were wonderful owners.  I was only brought out only at Christmas time, and they protected me well from the sticky hands of their grandchildren.  Once they passed on however, I was inherited by Jef Choy.  Now I serve as a muse for Mr. Choy’s life of torment and silliness.  

Now I am typically kept in places where Jef’s wife cannot reach me, but cannot avoid the sight of me.  She like a lot of the VIA readers also feels that I am ‘scary’ or ‘creepy’.  I really don’t mind this, I admit, Santa Claus is intended to be large and jolly, I am neither of these things, so the uneasiness is understandable.  It’s people like Mr. Choy’s warped fascination with me that causes me the most pain in my life.  He also enjoys hiding me in places like closets, where I may surprise people.  Even stranger, from time to time he puts me in places where only he will eventually find me ie. his own closet!  His monologue after finding me is always truly pathetic…’Oh…Baby Santa Claus…how are you today?  How did you get in there?’  Of course this may seem harmless and quirky around the holiday season….but when he does it in the middle of June, it is truly perverse.  I know this…and I know this well…for I am…Baby Santa Claus!