Saving Santa

I was walking in the mall the last week and I saw the place where people come take pictures with Santa. Santa wasn't in his oober plush chair, but was walking away with security to probably take a smoking break or something. When I saw him leaving I felt the urge to run up to him and body slam him. Taking down the old man seemed like the most logical thing to do. Sometimes I think I should act on these aggressive urges I have instead of pushing them aside to look normal on the outside. That's all.

(Santa totally deserved to be tackled. I'm just saying.)