So my bridge partner and I are playing in a tournament in Gatlinburg Tennessee and we kept noting all these large white bearded older men walking around the streets. Like a lot of them.
Turns out there is a Santa Convention going on at the Center next door.
I so want to attend but it seems you have to send them a picture first to see if you qualify to register. Sigh. No white flowing beard here. So which seminar are you disappointed to be missing?
I love the instructions at the bottom for signing up for the newsletter–real first name and real last name ONLY, no “Santa” or “Mrs. Claus” or “Elf.” I also like the statement “We had many emails undeliverable do to spelling errors, Spam blockers, and Filters.” (Due tell.)
On a more serious note, I thought the “Santa’s Heart” workshops on dealing with kids who are neurodivergent, Deaf, or “dealing with Death, Grief, & Bereavement” sounded useful and interesting and I would like to be a fly on the wall for those.
Talked to a Santa who was loading his truck that had a towed wagon behind. He said the convention had 600 Santas this year. This did not include the many (long-suffering?) Mrs. Clauses.
The jolly white-bearded guy’s wagon was filled with a bunch of fake holiday greenery and had a large upside down plastic reindeer stowed in the middle, feet sticking up. I imagine on the highway this looks like a hunter returning with a trophy.