Black Santa

A few weeks ago, I went to Chicago to visit Jenny Lui and other rugby friends from Penn State. We were dashing through the snow home from the bars, it was very cold, and it was very late, but out of the corner of my eye I saw something painted on the window of Home Depot. Something I had never seen before and it filled my heart with joy. It was Black Santa.


I was beside myself, commanding everyone to look at Home Depot's diversity, at a wonderful thing painted in soap on the store window. But nobody cared! Or so I thought.

A few weeks later, a package arrived at my house. It ended up on the floor in the living room and I assumed it was Corey's mess, kicking it around and yelling at him for days as I tripped over it. Eventually, he grumbled and ripped it open. It wasn't for him at all. It was a gift from Jenny Lui. My very own Black Santa!


But this Black Santa was a Chia-pet. A Grow-A-Head, to be exact. I love it. I love every piece of its foam hat and beady eyes. I love it even though it has mold growing out the back of its head and its feeble attempts at grass hair look more like someone peed on my Black Santa. Mark my words, by next week my diverse decoration will have sprouted into something marvelous.

(See that white dangly stuff? Mold. All of it.)