12/10/2010 05:28 pm ET Updated Dec 06, 2017

Santacon Redux: Fear the Beard

How did you spend last weekend's Santacon? Did you suffer Santaphobia? (A medical term for an abnormal, persistent fear of Father Christmas.)

I went and covered the event for Playboy and found a multitude of bad Santas.

Walking elbow-to-elbow down Polk Street, like the first men on the moon, a flood of Santas erupted on the public.

As the beer and alcohol flowed so did the Santas' bladders. A line of St. Nicks formed outside of restrooms while the urinals were occupied by Father Christmases and his numerous doppelgangers who had to pee worse than Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen.

Check out my entire Santacon photo story by clicking to Playboy's The Smoking Jacket