Katie Using Words

Fuzzy of sight and thought, my work brain was struggling to stay focused on the spreadsheet ahead of me. I just wanted my Christmas break to begin. I had been caffeinating all day to sharpen my attention but it was hardly working. My eyes fleetingly rested on the Coca Cola Zero can in front of my monitor and I casually thought, “oh, that filthy Santa again.” And I sighed.

Wait. What?

Did my brain subconsciously believe the Coke can was filthy? I mean, I have a dirty mind, but this is SANTA. It took only a few more seconds to recognize what my inner perv had been seeing.

The Coca Cola Christmas can has a very naughty image. Here it is:

The black, gray, and white design portrays Santa leaning back on some sort of…decorative ornament cushion? Well, he’s kicking off his second boot with his stocking foot and relaxing with a stripey bottle of Coca Cola. Very innocent and casual.

…OR IS HE?

My glance caught a very different scene. What I see is a very jolly Santa having his way with a Victorian-era lady…from behind. While she sobs. She has a dark long-sleeved dress with a puffy striped skirt that obscures Santa’s naughtier bits. She is bent over leaning into a furry item, with her bundled up hairdo hiding her face.

Don’t see it? Look again.

In my interpretation, she’s wearing a green frock and clutching a pink scarf as she sobs facedown.

Oh, Santa. The shame. Just for the taste of it…dirty Coke!

Postscript: I’ve been chided that perhaps she isn’t sobbing, but rather…enjoying herself. I’ll let you be the judge.