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Haddon Sundblom Biography

You know that jolly, pleasantly plump man in the red suit who only shows his face around Christmas? Santa Claus wasn't always that grandfatherly looking guy with the hairy face and red cheeks. So how did he come to be? Somebody had to put this legendary personality down on paper. That someone was Haddon Sundblom.

The Story of Haddon Sundblom, Coca-Cola and Santa Claus

Haddon Sundblom was born in 1899. Before he drew Santa Claus in 1931, people thought Santa looked like some kind of leprechaun or a cross between a gnome and a bishop. That doesn't paint a pretty picture. Coca-Cola wanted someone friendlier drinking their product so they hired Haddon Sundblom to come up with a new image. He did a good job too. Haddon Sundblom's Santa is still a well-known figure today.

Haddon Sundblom's Christmas Inspiration

Clement Moore's poem "A Visit From St. Nicholas" (written in 1822) described the toy maker as "chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf." Haddon Sundblom changed that elf into a friendly and jolly human. Most artists use props for their pictures and Haddon Sundblom was no exception. He usually used the neighbors, their kids and their dogs as models. For Santa Claus he used his friend, Lou Prentice, a retired salesman. After Lou died, Haddon Sundblom looked in the mirror and decided to use himself instead of another model. He didn't have a beard so he just painted one on.

Haddon Sundblom's Santa Goes Global

For 35 years, Haddon Sundblom painted pictures of Santa. They were used in magazine ads and posters. They now appear in special exhibits around the world. Haddon Sundblom painted his last portrait in 1976. He died in 1976 but he left behind a well-known, mischievous Santa who raids the fridge, eats cookies and enjoys a Coke once in a while.

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(Requested by @snoopynwoodstock123 ) (Sorry this one's shorter than usual. I wanted it to be to the point, but it was fun to write. Enjoy!) Shin and Oka were bent over an array of smoking potions, dark vials, and musty powders, arranging them in the intricate patterns of ritual. Silent except for panicked, labored breathing, Oka grabbed a vial of a sickeningly sweet, dark red liquid and began tracing the lines of charcoal pencil already drawn onto the stone floor. Oka closed her eyes for a second, holding her breath. “Shin, hand me the book.”  He did so with trembling hands, and Oka turned to the proper page of the dusty book. The pages almost crumbled in her hands because of age and wear. The exotic and disgusting ingredients, the pentagram drawn upon the floor, and the pages and pages of Latin text proved that this was not your every-day ritual, but instead the last ditch effort of defeated prey to escape from a hunter that prowled throughout the hallways, prodded on by insane lust. For the past six hours, a first year student had been rampaging throughout the school, slaughtering all in her path, and, after being contacted by the police, she took hostages of all surviving the initial attack. Oka and Shin had just managed to escape and begin to prepare an attack of the supernatural kind. Oka took a deep breath and began reading the accursed text. Shin held his breath as the words on the water-damaged page began to glow a faint red, glowing brighter and brighter and pulsating like a heartbeat as the seconds ticked by, each feeling like an eternity. Suddenly, they heard a sound that sent chills like spiders of ice racing down their backs: a giggle, a laugh from just beyond the door and footsteps prowling the surrounding halls. There was a monster lurking outside with an intent to kill. Oka’s voice lowered to a barest whisper, but she could not stop the chant, or they would have to begin the process over again, and that would take time they didn’t have. The footsteps grew closer, each foot fall sounding like a sledgehammer in the silence of the corpse-ridden school, echoing in the ears of the two hidden students. Shin began to tremble, and Oka wanted comfort him so badly, but she could not put down the candle of dripping black wax in her hand or murmur any words except for the ancient Latin text. Then, with a glint in his eye of fierce determination, Shin stood up, and Oka’s eyes followed him curiously while her mouth continued to usher forth the chant. What was he-? “Oka,” he whispered. “She- no, it is going to find us before the ritual is complete.” Oka’s eyes suddenly widened in panic as she began to predict in her mind what he would say next. Shin continued, “I won’t be of much help in the fight, but I can be a distraction.” Shin held up is hands to try and calm Oka as she began to shake her head furiously, but unable to say any words to stop him. “It’ll buy enough time for you to achieve power enough to stop her. Goodbye, my friend.” Shin bent down and gently kissed Oka on the forehead. Oka screamed internally, begging him not to go, but he could not hear her thoughts. With the fate of a martyr before him, Shin reached up to the door that was framed by streams of light, and at the last second, he turned back to Oka and smiled sadly. He blinked, and a single tear rolled down his face. Then his head turned back to his fate. He reached up, and pushed the door open. The last seconds he was in view felt like slow motion as Shin stepped away from the dark room into the harsh, unyielding light that enveloped him like a gateway to wherever Shin was going after death. Then, the door swung shut. Oka could only watch the doors close and hear the echoing screams of laughter and the disgusting sounds of a knife penetrating human flesh. Screams were swiftly silenced but ended with bubbling croaks. Oh, Shin, she thought in agony to herself as tears streamed down her face. Shin, why did you have to do that? Curse this ritual that prevented me from saving him, from stopping him! It’s all my fault, oh, Shin!! A final, gasping gurgle issued from the space outside, signaling Shin’s death.  Oka said the ending words of the ritual with gasping, sobbing breaths. A dark mist began to swirl, like living shadows, and Oka could feel the rush of strength and passion that was poured into her form as arms, pale as ghosts with fingernails red as blood, erupted from the ground like hellish flowers in a circle around the now-floating Oka. They responded to her thought and will, twitching with anticipation of vengeance. Oka could feel the strength and speed coursing through these new extensions to her form. With a mere flick of her finger, the arms reached up and tore the door separating Oka from her enemy effortlessly, leaving the doorway dusty and open. Yandere-chan, the monster, a psychopath for love, stepped through the door way, covered with the blood of one of Oka’s only friends. She looked at Oka while stroking her dripping blade with the look of someone exhilarated by the thought of a true fight at last, and Oka screamed with tormented laughter somehow more nightmarish than Yandere-chan’s own. This was going to be a hell of a fight.  
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