Thank you, Trekgeezer... A mind numbing rogue's gallery, no doubt, and nearly endless, though I made a point to look at old #128... eh... I think that would scare me
now...!! I can barely remember sitting in Santa's lap, I stopped believing in him when I found the dollhouse my Dad was making for my sister (I think I was 5). I will say I was never afraid of him, but looking back, I think most of the Santas I met were kind of low-rent, and I could detect that (or smelled it) and was usually revolted...