I used to be a mall Santa. From the ages of 17 to 27, I dressed up as a hairy, overweight elf to bring joy to children throughout the Pittsburgh area. It was good honest work. OK, it was honest work.
When you think of Christmas and Santa Claus, one image pops into mind: A portly man dressed in a red and white velvet suit with black boots. But why is Santa always in red? Did it all start as a ...