I was staying on the old Queen Mary in Long Beach, CAL. two years ago this coming January.
I saw a Father Christmas and then I saw another and another, then there were hundreds of them I was surrounded. I thought I was in a place where they dump all the Father Christmas`s every year. or I had had too much Rum.
or I was in a place where they put people who do not put money in the collection boxes and then they are haunted by Father Christmas`s Past.
I was the only man on board who did not look like a Father Christmas.
I grabbed hold of one and asked what was going on. It was a convention of Father Chrismas`s from all over the States, they meet up every year after Christmas.
Here is one of them. Father Christmas is the one in the middle.