I think that the idea of an old fat guy going "down your chimney" with a "sack of presents" in the middle of the night is really creepy. As one song goes:
He sees you when you are sleeping, he knows when you are awake, he knows if you've been "bad or good" so be good for goodness sack, Oh, you better watch out, you better not cry, cause Santa Clause is coming to town
I don't understand why for literally everything, people have to find some kind of alternate meaning, or interpret it differently. They obviously didn't mean to make Santa seem that way, so why do you have to think like that?
Not a Christmas song, but I usually call this one the "stalker song". The Police - Every Breath You Take
I haven't read the book yet, but from what I hear of it, that song would fit perfectly for 1984, and that's what I think of when I listen to it, not stalking.
I don't understand why for literally everything, people have to find some kind of alternate meaning, or interpret it differently. They obviously didn't mean to make Santa seem that way, so why do you have to think like that?
People only think like this because they are just trying to be funny about it. And like I've been saying, the only reason these thoughts come is because of "youth mentor bear".
My friends have been thinking about that part of the song all month too!He sounds like such a stalker.
He sees you when you are sleeping, he knows when you are awake,
Anyone who can think that must be athiest, unless your god scares the **** out of you. And if you're celebrating Christmas, you should be Christian, and if you're not, you're a greedy tool.
He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you're on the can, he'll hunt you down and blast your *** from here to pakistan, oh, you better not breathe, you better not move, you're better off dead, I'm telling you dude, Santa Claus is gunning you down
well aparently, we have a santa claus in lincoln park his going down your chimney, snatching yo' children up trying to give presents to y'all so ya hide ya' kids, lock your chimney hida ya' kids lock your chimney and beware of sanata cause he using his sack on everybody out there you don't have to come and confess , you gave presents to my kids we gon' fiiind you, we gon' find you so you can fly in your sled and tell that, fly and tell that, fly an' tell that san, san, san santa
I never thought of this until the other day when somebody actually brought up this very topic by saying "Santa is such a creeper, he comes down your chimney in the middle of the night and knows when you're sleeping and when you're awake". But yeah, after that, I've thought Santa was a total creeper.