You know once I got into it, once I was indoctrinated into the world of Santaism (that is my own word might I add), one of the bar managers at the time dared me to show up at the office party dressed as Santa.
So I put out $60 of my own money to rent the suit and everything. Me and my wife went out and spent another $50 on toys, threw it in a big ol' sack and showed up to surprise everybody as Santa at the party, and everybody was like, “Dude you are such a kick-ass Santa! You should do this, this is cool!” And so I started thinking about it, and so I hopped on the Internet and started to explore the world of what it is to be a professional Santa. It is very interesting what is out there.
There are definitely chicks out there who are into Santa — I have found Santa groupies. There are women out there who would love nothing more than to sit on Santa's lap and tell Santa what they want. But we won't get any further into that.
When I get back from a Santa gig, I am still in the suit and still having a little fun, so I go sit in a few pubs. So Santa shows up at the bar, and everyone is like, “Santa! Santa's coming, man!” It will be like late night, like 10, 11 o'clock, and you got these old guys hanging out. They got nothing better to do during the Christmas season — you know they may not have family, they may not have good personal friends — but you know there is Santa, that Christmas cheer follows along … like Poof! — right back in their face, it brings a joy to life.