Even when New London is bad, it is very, very nice. Santa Claus loves New London so much he keeps a satellite headquarters in the abandoned pickle factory on Mountain Avenue. He shares space with a few local ne'er do wells, but overall, he enjoys the accomodations. There is no company like New London company.
Santa Claus comes to New London every year during the tree lighting ceremony in early December, but he is always out and about, in disguise throughout the year. You will sometimes see him sauntering about enjoying his pipe. His years of toy-making have made him an able carpenter, and he assists in rehabilitating some of the city's older houses.
The Xmas spirit is New London's spirit. No wonder Santa Claus feels at home in Connecticut's Whaling City. Your correspondent saw Saint Nick himself at The Broken Yolk this morning enjoying a little dish of baked beans for breakfast. The conversation swirled in the steam off the grill, as it usually does, but the venerable gentleman kept his own company. He nodded hello to this correspondent but focussed on his meal. Santa Clause, like me, was reading the comics section of the Hartford Courant. We both laughed at the same time at 'Mutts.' The cat was dreaming of a white Xmas. So were we.