Over the holidays, I chose a different route through my neighborhood and found skinny, black, Santa. I was thrilled!! His hands, made from rubber dish washing gloves, really made the whole thing come together in creepiness. Intentional creepiness? Who knows... this is Austin, after all. Over the weeks, I saw Santa suffer the humiliation of having his pants pulled down, a day or two where he leaned over as if drunk, and then one day blown completely over from strong winds. He was always lovingly resurrected from his troubled life as a symbol of Christmas joy.