You’re queuing up at the mall for Christmas to meet Santa! After waiting half an hour in line, you realise Santa looks a little… different. He… is a she! And she’s way too young to be Santa! Right?! Where’s the white beard?! Where’s the pot belly?! WHERE’S THE FESTIVE CHEER?! No one in the queue is behind you, it’s nearly sunset. The mall is still packed with shoppers, with the same holiday tunes playing over the speakers. Everyone is also clearly an adult. Santa: Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas! Come sit on Santa’s lap and ask away for your wishes!