THE RETURN OF THE GLASGOW SANTA

With a gleam in his expression and a tummy brimming with holiday spirit, The Glasgow Santa set out on a mission that would leave jaws dropping. Scaling the Duke's powerful horse like a glitter clad ninja, he climbed the transcending landmark with the beauty of a sugarplum pixie on a mission.

The residents of Glasgow, consistently prepared for a decent show, couldn't accept the obvious reality. Wheezes of wonder swirled all around as cell phones were drawn like mistletoe magnets. The group wondered about this startling occasion display, catching the thinking for even a second to move in photographs and recordings that would without a doubt be imparted to loved ones as evidence that, indeed, Glasgow has the coolest St Nick around.

The Duke of Wellington himself, stone-confronted and emotionless, appeared to trade a confounded look with his four-legged sidekick as Glasgow St Nick arrived at the culmination. It was a second that would go down in the city's particular Christmas narratives.

As the bubbly furor arrived at its pinnacle, St Nick, successful on the Duke's respectable horse, cried a good "Ho, ho, ho!" that reverberated through the city roads. The spectators emitted into praise, and, surprisingly, the pigeons roosted on the sculpture's edge appeared to favorably gesture.

Thus, the arrival of the Glasgow Santa became a particular custom as well as an image of the city's unstoppable occasion soul. With respect to the man in the red suit, he vanished into the evening, abandoning a path of giggling, wonder, and a city everlastingly thankful for the cheerful franticness he brought every Christmas.

Video Brian Anderson