Jolly Old Saint Badonkadonk

So . . . is Santa's butt a thing? Seems like everywhere I turn lately, I'm finding Santa wagging his big old booty at me.

Sometimes, he plays it off all innocent:

 no, no, I was just working out with my Jane Fonda aerobics video.

Other times he's coy:

 I'm just ringing my bell and rummaging my toy sack… but if you think I need a spanking…

But it's when he's just flagrantly flaunting that I find upsetting.

 Oh my! The dog's gone and nipped my trousers! Looks like they'll have to come off…

Actually, on second thought, in my travels, I have noticed a definite link between Christmas and exposing your bum. 

I guess old Santa just got tired of all the other Christmas ornaments having all of the fun and wanted to play along. 

Go home, Christmas Bear, you're drunk.