Santa Claus didn’t seem to be having a great day. His skin was fissured, his beard was dirty and he was standing on one of the main squares in Santiago where he had made himself available for picture taking.
About three hundred feet away another Santa Claus was also entertaining children.
His skin was equally fissured and his costume was at least two decades old.
In a nearby ice-cream parlor a tourist from England asked the lady behind the counter: “What’s this flavor?” The lady answered: “This is Chilean specialty. Here, taste.” She handed him a spoon with the Chilean specialty.
It struck me that the Santas on the square were probably working for a secret service.