Red, white and green sparkling ornaments are everywhere. It’s that time of the year already. Aside all the metaphysical connotations —which are becoming obsolete by the way— I grew to shun the consumerist orgy associated with this season, one which became the harbinger of the new year. Spending is now a rite, and those who don’t take part in it would be missing all the festivities.

Following the Santa tradition, Santa Cruz (pronounced krooz, like in Cruise missile) flies the snowy horizons looking for wishful kids; not to fulfill their dreams, but rather to shatter them. A reminder that while kids in developed countries are tearing apart gift boxes, others are having their very homes torn apart…