Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good…train hop?
This morning, as Marc and I enjoy the quiet before the family bustle, I’ve been looking up vintage images of Santa from different eras. This has yielded several interesting discoveries, my favorite being that somewhere between actual St. Nicholas and the Coca-Cola Santa we now have blazoned in our memories, there existed a Santa in the public imagination that looked, dressed, and acted very much like a hum-bum.
Long, unkempt beard? Check.
Walking stick? Check.
Burlap sack of belongings? Check.
Wandering around in inclement weather? Check.
The best part is that there are even variations of Hobo Santa. I would call the first image Harmless Hobo Santa. Then there’s this guy:
I would have to call him Creepy Vagrant Santa With Eroding Morals. Lastly, there’s my personal favorite:
Wizened Wayfaring Santa Who Is Badass Enough to Carry a Christmas Tree on His Back One-Handed.
I hope this somewhat late edition of Friday Ephemera makes your Christmas morning as amusing as mine. Happy Holidays everyone!
P.S. If you stop and think about it, Hobo Santa actually makes a lot of sense. I mean, where else would he get all that coal?