The Black Santa Chronicles (or, Why Size Really Matters)

This is the story of Black Santa and his wife, Black Santa’s Wife.  They also go by Black Father Christmas and Black Father Christmas’ Wife (I assume the missus has a proper name or title of her own, but I can’t find it).

Don’t they look like a happy couple?  Well, perhaps not, but that may have more to do with my brother’s photography skills and subject placement than anything else.  Still, with that bushy beard and the beautiful purples and pinks and those adorable gold wings, you’d think they’d be a happy couple (unless, of course, that additional statue in the background is there to imply that Black Santa is, in fact, an unfaithful jerk; but that would be too easy a stereotype, now wouldn’t it?).

Now let’s bring White Santa into the picture, shall we?

Wait a tick…is White Santa really that much taller and larger than Black Santa?  Yes, he is.  And while I would love to think this is all an unfortunate misunderstanding — that, in fact, there is a small version of White Santa too, and vice versa for Black Santa.  But no such figure was available in the Michael’s we visited that day.  Rather, there were one or two giant White Santas and a whole bunch of tiny Black Santas, implying more that Black Santa is akin to a helper elf than a proper Santa for anybody who likes to think that the race of Santa really doesn’t matter.  (Of course, White Santa’s Wife was not in large form either, though I have no picture to prove that.)

If I were a betting man, I’d gather most people would see a problem with the size differential.

Has anyone seen anything like this before?