And now Merry Christmas to our northern hemisphere brothers and sisters. I can only trust that each of your houses is filled with joy and laughs and harmony. Also, I assume, there is some manner of holiday kitsch hovering nearby. Fake reindeer antler ears, say, on Uncle Ron’s head. Or a big red bow on Aunt Sue’s Volkswagen Beetle.
But who would have ever thought that Cocoa Beach’s Surfing Santas would have scaled so high up Mount Merry in a short fourteen years. Yes, the annual celebration in which Kelly Slater-adjacent surfers dress as jolly ol’ Saint Nick and paddle into the ocean for to make surfing.
More and more news outlets cover the affair each year and, today, the business rivals the Catholic Church for space in the headlines.
The BBC, an entirely respected institution, released its annual wrap, late last night, declaring,“Midnight Mass and surfing Santas: Pictures of Christmas around the world.”
Surfing Santas never so honored or esteemed.
I just looked at the picture and the Surfing Santa was not Floridian but there in Bondi, Australia.
Do you think rage percolating in the Sunshine State or do you think Surfing Santas all equally satisfied with world domination?
Whatever the case, MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!