Over Labor Day weekend we went to Lake Placid, which is remarkably close to the wonder that is known as
Santa's Workshop. Boasting its own post office (North Pole, NY), it's a theme park for all things Christmas and kitsch. The dreadful fact is that Santa and his motheaten reindeer have seen better days. A train rumbles by tumbledown cabins. Santa and the Mrs. sit in a little house with a fake, electric fire in the hearth. And there is even a sketchy-looking mini-rollercoaster and a ferris wheel for infants! The cost for two adults and two children? A painful 77 bucks, and I enjoyed every penny, I tell you! Herewith, my photo essay.
Frosty, the stuff of nightmares.
Mrrrranda Mouse. Note the gnawed-upon nose.
Chris Moose. Stoned teen: "Hey Chris, got yer stash?" Moose: "It's in my sock."
Sam and Sandy, the singing duo of Rag Doll Romp. I have never heard such horrible singing.
Feral reindeer with glued-on antlers. We fed them wafers as they sat fat and filled with hate in their pens.
Rowdy Reindeer. Headed to the Pain Cave for a smoke break, man.
Weird nativity play performed with no thought for the nearsighted, on a hillside far, far away. Stoned teens' acting is astounding!
