Santa’s Brand Book Might Be One of the Agency World’s Best Inside Jokes

In an era of "personal brands," there's one man who clearly needs his own style guide and appropriate-use policies: Santa Claus. Stepping in to fill the gap is British agency Quietroom, which has created a Santa Brand Book that would make any festive account planner swoon

Er, sorry, that should be the *Santa* Brand Book. The first asterisk "reminds customers of a snowflake alighting on the eyelash of a fawn," while the closing asterisk "points customers to the polar star, and hence the birth of dreams."

Delightfully overthought and packed with subtle humor keyed to those who've had to delve through such dreck for real consumer brands, the *Santa* Brand Book educates you on how to "live the brand" (Snap it, clap it, wrap it), which pantone of white to use, and why we do not refer to him as Father Christmas (because it anagrams to "The Rich Mr. Fat-Ass").

Hat tip to @Cloudspark.


    

Santa Claus Meets Jabba the Hutt in Retailer’s Horrifying In-Store Holiday Display

Santa-themed retail displays are everywhere at this time of year, but sometimes you run across one that truly captures the mood of the season—like this sprawled-out, morbidly obese Kris Kringle reportedly modeled after Jabba the Hutt.

Clothing retailer Betabrand recently put the disturbingly swollen and pimpled St. Nick, designed by artist Cianna Valley, on display in a San Francisco storefront—as a statement on the excess of holiday festivity and consumerism. Or something along those lines. Whatever the intent, it seems to be a hit photo backdrop for Betabrand customers.

Via Laughing Squid, with photos courtesy of Betabrand.


    

Downton Abbey’s Carson Makes for One Intensely Unhinged Santa

Jim Carter, who plays Downton Abbey's reserved and dignified butler, Carson, brilliantly interprets Santa Claus as a disheveled, on-the-edge shadow of his jolly old self in this striking British Greenpeace spot about the impact of global warming and oil drilling at the North Pole.

"Dear children, regrettably I bring bad tidings," he begins, his precise, cultured tones barely repressing his outrage—and rage—over his predicament. "Melting ice here at the North Pole has made our operations and our day-to-day life intolerable and impossible, and there may be no alternative but to cancel Christmas."

In a chilling closeup, a single light shines into his mottled beard and weary face as he reports, "I have written personally to President Obama, President Putin—all world leaders. Sadly, my letters have been met with indifference. Needless to say, these individuals are now at the top of my naughty list."

Carter delivers his sad soliloquy in a dank, cell-like room, and dripping-water sounds punctuate his pleas. His Father Christmas coat's grimy and undone, and he looks emotionally and physically exhausted. These details give him the appearance of a political prisoner, an appropriate metaphor given the subject, and the stark, intense direction by Rattling Stick's Ed Morris creates an atmosphere of unease and despair. Greenpeace always has trouble connecting with the average consumer, and it's hard to tell if this spot will melt some cold hearts or leave the group's image as doom-heralding extremists burned into viewers' minds.