‘Remembering Belle: Were you good this year Belle?’
courtesy of ‘pmarkham’
Who says pets don’t deserve a little Christmas lovin’ too?
Santa Claus is scheduled to sit down with all his four-legged, furry pals for the standard “sit on Santa’s lap and smile” picture at Kimpton’s Helix Hotel tomorrow and for the next two Saturday’s after it from 2 – 4 p.m.
The Helix Hotel is located at 1430 Rhode Island Ave, NW.
For more information, call: 202-462-9001
Santa the Magnificent by M.V. Jantzen
With Christmas just over a week away (ahem, photo contest), you have to ask yourself, “Have you been naughty or nice?” If you answered the latter, have you made your list for Santa? You know you’re dying for a Slanket or a Snuggie. If you’ve just about had enough of those gosh darn split ends, you’ll no doubt be asking Santa for a Split-Ender. As for me, I’m hoping he puts a new Canon 5D Mark II and a few prime lenses under my tree.
But what if you haven’t been so nice, hmmm? What if you tried to sell Barack Obama’s empty senate seat to the highest bidder? What if you hired some high dollar escorts and took them to the Mayflower Hotel? What if you had an extramarital affair during your presidential campaign while your supportive wife of 31 years was in remission from breast cancer?
I’ll tell you what happens. This guy and his buddy come after you. I hope you like Marlboro Lights and the smell of concrete.
Over by the National Christmas Tree there is a Santa’s Workshop where children can line up to visit Santa Claus and have a picture taken. I don’t have kids but when I visited Saturday night, the view through the window was a cozy, picturesque scene of a jolly old man smiling as he held wide-eyed children on his lap, and I had to get a photo — which, of course, came out blurry in the dark.
As I was fiddling with my ISO settings an elf-suited girl told me, “You can’t take photos through the window, the flash will just reflect off the glass and distract Mr. Claus.”
“Thanks,” I replied amiably, “I have flash off.”
“Well, you still can’t take photos!” said a man by the exit, bodily moving to block the window. I believe he may have been trying to sound intimidating, but it came out as more obnoxious than anything else. Not wanting to make a scene, I said nothing more, put away my camera, and walked off in a huff.