I have to stop watching Hallmark Christmas specials. They are killing me. I just spent two hours with the actor Steve Gutenberg as Santa's son (and heir) in search of a girlfriend and the next Mrs. Claus. He, infinitely adorable and bilingual; she, a buxom blonde who, in real life, is a country western singer. She believed him. She was fine with it. Didn't think he was hallucinating. Do I even believe in Santa? No. In Steve Gutenberg as Santa? No. I am irresistibly drawn to escapist treacle this time of year. Inside, I am so sad. My heart is a gutter ball.
About Me
- Naomi S
- A few things I know for sure. That revolving doors make me nervous. That, sometimes, it takes courage to do the simplest things. That the moment in a theatre before the stage lights come on is exquisite. That poetry is often "one short step to the good ground (May Swenson)." That I love swimming anywhere but especially in swimming pools.
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