she only stripped for santa.
i had never seen a stripper before the day i became a santa. prior to that morning of donning my red and white uniform of pride, my mental image of a strip club would always bring me back to the tit-twizzler scene in the graduate when ben was trying to scare elaine away. what coordination, what pizzaz.
somehow, i knew that if i became a santa, i would be able to see things that i had never seen before.
she didn't have the bored look of the other dancers who had strutted onto the runway before her and she stayed away from the crutch of the pole. i wondered aloud how often the pole was cleaned. a nightly basis? hourly? never? her fingers pointed at one of the santas in the audience and as her hips gyrated to bon jovi, she motioned for santa to come closer. the drunken santa stumbled forth and fell to his knees at her feet. she grinned and lifted her leg high in the air, causing all the santas around her to gasp and howl.
"now this," i thought to myself, "is what christmas is all about." <08.08.00>
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