It’s cold here today, so I can’t imagine getting taken around by a bike. It’s got to be cold for both Santa and the driver. And looking closer, I see what I thought was more smoke from his pipe, is a whip. That’s not very nice. The biker doesn’t look terribly happy about the situation. I’m not sure if these covers are meant to be analyzed, but I can’t really help it. Given that it’s 2008 and that’s right in the middle of one of the worst recessions in recent memory, maybe this is all about being driven by the obligation of Christmas, by that commercialism. We can’t afford it, but we’re also compelled socially to do so.
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