Gay Santas Pervert the Natural Course of Life

I’m always Tardy for the Party, so I’ve just stumbled upon this story now:

A gay couple living in Chelsea inexplicably received tons of letters from children addressed to Santa.

I guess it’s an editorial piece, as it certainly contains no real journalism. Did they try to contact the post office? The police? Their city council? Why did the letters suddenly appear? Where did the kids get the address from? Will it ever stop?

I’m pretty sure the USPS receives hundreds of thousands of letters to Santa every year. After a few NYC postal workers back in the 1920s started reading some of the letters and then sending gifts to some of the kids, it evolved into what is now known as Operation Santa Claus. I guess sticking your nose in where it doesn’t belong is a native New York thing.

So, how do these parents deal with the fact that presents just randomly appear in the mail one day? How do they explain the oddity that Santa (a complete stranger) mailed them a Tonka Truck, when Santa (them) had already delivered said Tonka under the tree Christmas morning? And how do they explain to little Jimmy that it was OK that little Johnny next door got the Transformer he asked for while he, Jimmy got bupkis?

Are New Yorkers just trying to teach kids the valuable lesson that life is unfair, a seemingly random roll of fortune’s wheel. Doesn’t matter what you do, or how you behave. Sometimes you get a gift; sometimes you get bupkis.

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