Santa Claus is lucky. Aside from only having to clock in one day a year, nobody gives him any guff if he doesn’t feel like shaving on any particular day. Actually, I think Mrs. Claus made him promise not to shave when they exchanged their wedding vows, and he’s kept the beard flowing ever longer ever since.
But if I don’t feel like shaving, the LockerGnome community gives me grief. Even registered Gnomies bring on the harsh words when my facial scruff starts to show itself. Diana threatens me by leaving bottles of Nair on my nightstand. Fine, fine. I get it. You all prefer me clean shaven. I guess I can comply with your wishes, but it does make me wonder: Aren’t there more important things to talk about than my facial hair?