I did for the first time this past weekend. MRS runs an animal shelter and the local PetSmart allows area shelters to take turns running the "Pet Pictures with Santa" booth on weekends. I posed for pictures with dogs and cats ranging from an Irish Wolfhound to six week old Dachshund puppies. It really was a lot of fun, especially given that I was helping my wife's shelter and our mutual love of animals.
University of Kentucky basketball isn't a matter of life and death, it's much more important than that.
Sophomore year in college, I was a very drunken and dirty old Santa Claus at my fraternity's Xmas party. I came through the door with a bag of goodies in one hand and a bottle of cheap scotch in the other and proclaimed "Merry (takes big swig of scotch) Fucking Christmas !!!" The rental place probably threw out the suit when I was done - I would have.
Enough with the PC Crap A Christmas Tree is a Christmas Tree - not a Holiday Tree A Menorah is a Menorah - not a Holiday Candelabra
I was Santa for a Christmas play in 4th grade in 1978. Does that count?
Big Show: Why is he getting the Intercontinental Title shot and not me? RVD: Ahhh...maybe 'cause you're a tool. Big Show: Look. I am 7'2". I am 500 pounds. I'm a giant. RVD: Oh ok. You're a giant tool.
Junior year of high school, I found an old Santa costume in the storage room at work (I worked at a Hallmark store from freshman year of high school until freshman year of college). I decided to wear it for the day. Unfortunately, the beard (very old beard with an elastic band to hold it around my head) was yellow and brown around the mouth. So I was more of a youthful, clean-shaven Santa Claus. I didn't know where that beard had been, so I wasn't putting it NEAR my lips.
Thinking back, I basically wore it so the girls at work would laugh. I was the only guy there. I was quite a charmer back then (what the hell happened?).
I did once when it snowed on Halloween and I switched from my Terminator costumer to Santa Claus and handed out candy at my parent's place. We made a couple snow ghosts on either side of the door and I've got a photo of me in the costume standing in front of the house with the giant pumpkin hanging from the 2nd floor over the doorframe.
We always had the baskets and eggs both hidden, and it is a tradition my wife and I have carried on with our children. This year, my 8 year old beat my 13 year old in the Easter Egg hunt, much to the older boy's consternation.