This year's countdown to Christmas continues with: Bad Santa.
Is there a theme developing here? Not intentionally. We'll see what happens tomorrow, I guess.
There are no songs or bedtime stories revolving around his exploits. No movie franchises, no television specials, no clever merchandise tie-ins. He does not receive sacks and sacks of letters filled with misspelled entreaties for toys and candies and other such drivel.
No, the handful of letters he receives are precisely worded, not an i left undotted, no t left looking for its cross. They are magnificently descriptive, each transgression outlined in often excessive detail. The keenest of the lot even include photographic evidence.
Often to his great dismay.
But his services are in demand enough to keep him interested in the job. And the pay, though inconsistent from target to target, is always impossible to turn down. Underneath it all there might even be a little job satisfaction involved.
So on those occasions when a mere lump of coal is not message enough, Bad Santa rides across the night sky once more.