The Beverly Center mall in Los Angeles has come up with "a wild plot twist" on the jolly ol' religious/secular/consumer champion of Christmas. They call him Hunky Claus. And he has Candy Cane Girls.
Hunky Santa holds court on Saturday and Sunday evenings, usually from 5-9 p.m., while Santa Claus proper--fat, facial hair and all--holds down daytime, which is ironic because it's Hunky Santa dreaming of the soaps career: "He told the Times that he recently read a script for 'Days of Our Lives.'"
Jokes about his candy cane and riding his sleigh aside, Hunky Santa earns the Beverly Center a yellow card because some things are, well, sacred.
Santa Claus is the secular keeper of a religious season that revolves around commercialism. Thus, Santa Claus walks an amazingly fine line (he has a very low center of gravity, so this is easier than you might think for such a big man) as ambassador to all Americans. To disrobe him, to display his rippling muscles and near-perfect physique is to open but another avenue by which Santa can be criticised. Or touched, lightly, on the chest by fawning 30-something mothers. Either way, I think you can see why this is a bad idea.
Beverly Center cautioned per Section B-1 for encouraging Mommy to more than just kiss Santa Claus.
Jokes about his candy cane and riding his sleigh aside, Hunky Santa earns the Beverly Center a yellow card because some things are, well, sacred.
Santa Claus is the secular keeper of a religious season that revolves around commercialism. Thus, Santa Claus walks an amazingly fine line (he has a very low center of gravity, so this is easier than you might think for such a big man) as ambassador to all Americans. To disrobe him, to display his rippling muscles and near-perfect physique is to open but another avenue by which Santa can be criticised. Or touched, lightly, on the chest by fawning 30-something mothers. Either way, I think you can see why this is a bad idea.
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