I’ve played this song, Must Be Santa from Bob Dylan, a couple of times over the past decade. It’s a great song, a polka with a klezmer feel that takes Dylan back his Jewish roots and in the the entertaining video you get the bonus of seeing Dylan dance. Good fun for the day before Christmas.
The last time I ran this song I included a group of photos of Santa that were less than jovial and maybe a little menacing. Creepy Clauses. While looking for an photo or two to accompany that post, I browsed through masses of images of Santas from the past and was amazed how many of them crossed that line into outright creepiness. It made me believe that Santa is just about on par with clowns in Creep Factor. You might see a rogue clown in the woods but Santa is, simply put, a bearded home intruder and flamboyant dresser who crawls down your chimney in the dark of night.
He knows when you are sleeping, for god’s sake!
When I was kid I had time going to sleep on Christmas Eve because of the excitement and anticipation that Santa was on his way. Now, after looking at those photos of Psycho Santas, I won’t be able sleep for fear that he actually might be on his way!
For that first post with the borderline Santas, I picked a few that were pretty strange but there were plenty more of them out there, some which just made me a little queasy. I have a feeling that many of them are also in sort of police registry somewhere.
I thought I would include a fresh batch of Kreepy Kringles this year. I kept the one from the original, at the top here, because he just weirds me out on multiple levels.
Anyway, enjoy the song and have a good holiday. And don’t worry about the weird old man hovering around your home tomorrow night…
Redtree Times 
These images just crack me up. They have some of the same flavor as the distinctly non-romantic Valentines that were common in the early 1900s. I look at these and think, “Surely these can’t be real.” But they are. Do you have any idea what the numbers are in the last two photos? They’re just odd.
I saw those numbers and wondered the same thing. Maybe their Prison ID numbers? I wish I could tell you but I don’t have a clue. And they do remind me, as well, of the spirit of Victorian greeting cards. They had a darker and more macabre sense of humor than we might think. I love looking back at them and often find myself, like you, wondering if these could truly be real. Merry Christmas, Linda!