Clothes do not make the man, but they do communicate a message. I breezed into work today dressed in what “looked like” standard uniform: khakis, polo button down shirt, black slip resistant shoes but something was not right. As I moved, you might have seen the shine of color: white, red, and green. You might have seen the smiling face of jolly old Saint Nick. When I was dressing (at the butt crack of dawn) I decided to be political. I wore Santa socks on a “non Santa” day. It was a bit of a gamble on my part. If my secret was discovered I could have been written up. I must be honest though, wearing those socks added strength and zest to each move I made. How can you not love Santa? He is a mammal. Otherwise, known as an air breathing vertebrate characterized by the twinkle in his eye, the facial hair, and round “bowl full of jelly” figure. One thing you must learn about me is to expect the unexpected.
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