Santa’s dead

Santa dies in 2000

At least that’s what I am telling everyone. Have a happy holiday season, everyone. Shop to your heart’s content, but at my house Santa’s dead – and has been for seven whole years.

Author: Joe Wessels

Joe Wessels is a freelance journalist and photographer. Wessels covers local news events for Thomson Reuters news service and features for About.com's Cincinnati Guide site, plus is the executive director of hyperlocal news site, iRhine.com. He wrote for The Cincinnati Post, covering Cincinnati City Hall and Hamilton County government and wrote a weekly political column, which continued weekly at Cincinnati CityBeat. Previously, he was a reporter for the Cincinnati Business Courier and writes or has written for several publications in Cincinnati and around the country including The Cincinnati Enquirer, Las Vegas Review-Journal, Cincinnati Magazine, Cincy Magazine and the Sacramento News & Review. He is a native of Colerain Township, one of Cincinnati's western suburbs, and now lives in Over-the-Rhine near downtown Cincinnati. He has a Bachelor of Arts degree in psychology and a journalism writing certificate from the University of Cincinnati. He also graduated from Colerain High School, is an avid photographer, news junkie and was once a roller rink disc jockey, and sometimes rides a scooter around town.

6 thoughts on “Santa’s dead”

  1. I totally condone a big, fat, hairy white guy in a red suit, saying he’s from the North Pole, carted around in a sleigh towed by a bunch of flying caribou – one with a reported glowing red nose that can “guide my (way) tonight” (yeah, sure) – landing on your roof, breaking in your house through your non-existent chimney and leaving free sh…uh, I mean, stuff. That’s awesome! Too bad he’s dead. Seven years now, too.

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