Sick of Saucy Santa
There is just something so seedy about dressing up as a sexy Santa. We’re looking at you, Jane Lyons, left. Though she has the excuse of doing it for work, at least. There are already creepy connotations around a bearded man inviting people to come sit on his knee in exchange for presents. Why do we have to sex up absolutely everything? Is nothing sacred? Surely Christmas is a time for family and goodwill — can we not just skip the skimpy outfits? The only place for Louboutins at Christmas time is wrapped up under the tree with a bow and our name on them.