Dear Marc, where do you draw the line between pervert and Santa?
Wherever I look this time of year, I'm met by cheeky Santas.
I see a nice old school pram, but who's inside?
A cute bébé? Mais non, mon dieu!
C'est un grown old man with flushed cheeks and a portdrinkers nose.
And this guy? Brought out once a year, he's having trouble curbing his enthusiasm.
Ho ho ho, watch out.
Send me your best dirty santas. I don't mean living men. I mean santas created to be a decorative element, but then something goes terribly wrong.