Mick Foley Explains How He Became Santa Claus

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Dec. 21 2012 8:33 AM

Becoming Santa

A pro wrestler learns the secrets of Father Christmas.

Santa Wrestler

Illustration by Robert Neubecker

Mick Foley adopted a number of personas during his professional wrestling career, but nothing is quite like the experience of becoming Santa Claus. In 2012, Foley wrote about what he's learned from putting on a red suit and dyeing his beard. The original article is printed below.

Four years ago, I got my first assignment from Slate: writing a review of The Wrestler. I loved the movie, but I was far less enthusiastic about what Sports Illustrated’s Adam Duerson wrote after spotting me at an advance media screening of the Mickey Rourke film. “Finding dignity in retirement can be tricky, even for the greats,” Duerson wrote, describing me as “one decidedly homeless-looking fellow.” He went on to note that I was carrying a duffel bag that “contained a Santa Claus suit that [Foley] was going to wear at a Twisted Sister concert later that night. He's not broke, he explained, but he's still making appearances on the road at least 10 days a month.”

Much like another beloved Christmas icon, the Grinch, I puzzled and puzzled until my puzzler was sore. That was it: the Santa outfit—that’s why he thought I was having trouble finding dignity in retirement. Never mind that I’d had the Santa gig in my book (a free gig, mind you) for almost a year, ever since personal friend Dee Snider (Twisted Sister’s front man) asked me to do it. I’d get over the part where SI’s readers might jump to the false conclusion that I was a down-on-my-luck loser. The part that nagged me is that anyone would see a gig as Santa Claus to be anything but dignified.

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I’m a Christmas fanatic. There’s a year-round Christmas room in my house, populated with decorations I’ve picked up in my yearly excursions to Santa’s Village in Jefferson, N.H. I’ve long jumped at the chance to play St. Mick at book readings, charitable gatherings, and, yes, the occasional Twisted Sister show. I’ve even done some appearances in full Santa garb at various WWE shows. There’s nothing I love more than putting on the red suit and spreading Yuletide cheer.

But St. Mick is not St. Nick. There was no chance anyone would confuse me for the main man, the big cheese, the head honcho. I’ve always wondered whether I could pull it off, whether loving Santa Claus is enough to turn you into Santa Claus. Not long ago, I got the chance to find out. And I have the white beard to prove it.

The single biggest misconception in the Santa world is that anyone can do it. Give some guy a cheap red suit and fake beard, and he’ll be your St. Nick. It’s a delusion perpetuated in even the best holiday movies by some talented would-be Santas. Artie Lange, as the department store Santa in Elf, is a fraud so obvious that the scent of beef and cheese leads Will Ferrell’s Buddy to ascertain correctly that he’s sitting on “a throne of lies.”

While I love certain elements of Billy Bob Thornton’s Bad Santa, it’s asking an awful lot of any audience to suspend disbelief to the point where Thornton, who bears absolutely no resemblance to any Santa Claus in the history of Santa Claus, would be a sought-after commodity in the Santa community. (Plus, even in a dark comedy, can any true Santa-lover be asked to overlook Thornton’s weakness for “the three Bs”?)

Even my favorite all-time Christmas program is guilty of spreading the falsity that anyone can be Santa. The 1960 Twilight Zone episode “The Night of the Meek is just wonderful. The show, in which Art Carney plays a bedraggled department store Santa who finds a magic bag of presents, is a largely overlooked wonder of the season that has this particular wrestler fighting back tears in front of the Foley kids every December. But Carney himself looks just awful; he’s almost literally dragged out of the gutter to play Santa at a decidedly upscale establishment, where he sports a threadbare red suit and the type of flimsy cotton beard usually associated with elementary-school craft projects. No wonder the Sports Illustrated writer saw my red Santa suit as a sign that I’d fallen on hard times. Playing Santa hasn’t often been depicted as something one aspires to. Rather, playing Santa was something that one ended up resorting to.

That’s not how it works for dedicated, real-life Santas. I got to see that up close thanks to Tommy Avallone, the director of an upcoming documentary called I Am Santa Claus. The five men who Avallone followed for the film insist on having “Santa” incorporated into their names, i.e. Santa Dan, Santa Tim, or Santa Rick. One of them has legally changed his name to Santa Claus—he has the license, passport, everything. Most of them had actually attended some type of “Santa school,” learning the finer points of ho-ho-hos, sleigh-bell jingling, and all that other Santa stuff.

As part of the film, Avallone wanted me to attend Santa school as well. Unfortunately, I couldn’t make the class schedule work with my book tour, leaving the director to opt for the next best thing: connecting me with a 15-year veteran of the Santa scene, a man who apparently thought he was the “real” Santa. “I asked him if I could speak to Santa,” Avallone told me. “He said something about Santa being busy with the elves, and then came back a minute later, obviously the same guy, just using a different voice.”

This Santa stuff was starting to weird me out a little bit: Who are these people? But mostly, I was intimidated and afraid, unsure if I was worthy to put on the red suit. I thought back to my few full-Santa appearances for WWE, which upon reflection seemed inauthentic and awful—a collection of over-the-top ho-ho-hos delivered by a man hiding behind a mountain of fake Santa Claus facial hair and wigs. Maybe trying to play the real Santa was asking just a little bit too much of me.

Chicago Santa and Mick Foley.
Chicago Santa and Mick Foley

Photo courtesy Courtney.

Grudgingly, I accepted the home visit. I pulled up to the bright, red house with the yard full of colorful decorations. I walked up the steps to Santa’s home, an hour north of Chicago, and waited to see who was on the other side of the door.

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