Yoron's Yawns (2)

Another display of islanders' apathy was when I was mopeding home on  Christmas eve last year. I had been playing Santa Clause for the village junior school and, for a laugh, kept on my beard and red regalia as I passed through the village. 

I hardly earned a second glance. 

Undaunted, I rode by the golf course where I espied four locals, my regular playing pals, on the 2nd green. Creeping within 50 yards I leapt out into full view atop a hillock with a merry "Ho Ho Ho". 

One of them peered up without interest, murmured something to his companions, who gave me a brief glance and they all continued with their putts.  I slumped away, fighting paranoia.

I'm not sure what I expected. A laugh perhaps, at least a grin. Nothing. 

Maybe they don't believe in Santa.