This Saturday, the Town of Speedway, the Speedway Fire and Police Departments, helped Santa with a little PR, providing him with an escorted drive through the town to say hello to all the boys and girls (as well as adult believers).
If you look closely, you can see the vile Shelf Narc riding in the window of Santa's chauffer-driven limo. Adults have not yet caught on to the little spy, not realizing he's a guilt-inducing frightener, not an extension of the Spirit of Christmas.
And then there was Me!, standing on the corner, waiting for Santa to ride by. He was early; even at a clocked speed of 12.67 mph, (calculated by the official Santa Tracker) the motorcade passed through my intersection about fifteen minutes earlier
than expected.
And given the source of this town's name, would you believe that Santa's outfit was made of fire-retardant Nomex?
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