I’m signed up for this e-newsletter, solely to receive a free graphic each week. The graphics are Victorian, and sometimes, they are great, and sometimes, they are not great. Last Friday’s image was one of the great ones; I call it, “Santa is depressed:”
Looking at those bleak eyes and quizzically raised bushy right eyebrow, I have to assume the “Joyful” documented in red cursive below is being used sarcastically. This is not the face of a joyful man…
I had to wonder – was Victorian Santa always this dour? So like any respectable millennial, I googled Victorian Santa pictures to discern that no, he was sometimes jolly. However, he was also often decidedly not jolly. Obviously, this post will be focusing on the latter pictures.
Meet “Santa’s meds ran out and now he has no idea what is going on. Also, life is meaningless, and what’s the point:”
“I want this candy cane so badly I would literally kill for it, but my wife claims I have to give it to the fucking kids because – diabetes:”
“It is cold as balls out here. Can’t these reindeer go any faster?!”
“[insert evil laugh] I am going to give Timmy coal even though he has been a good boy. Just because I can:”
“I delivered toys to children all over the world and all I got was this lousy tree:”
“Can you turn those fucking bells down? Santa has a migraine, and is barely holding it together:”
“I look as old as I feel. Will I ever be able to retire? This job might literally kill me:”
Do you have another depressing Victorian Santa? Or a different caption for one of the pictures already shown? Please share in the comments below!