Clean And Unfiltered

Kevin Bozeman treats Santa Claus like a hostage negotiation. The threat of telling his children that Santa is a myth is not a careless slip; it is an ace in the hole, kept in reserve for the exact moment one of them pushes him too far. It is practical parenting logic from a comic who has little patience for buying unearned affection.

Recorded at the Dry Bar Comedy club in Provo, Utah, the 46-minute set arrived after Bozeman had spent nearly two decades working Midwest clubs, college tours, and television showcases like Premium Blend and Last Comic Standing. The platform’s profanity-free constraint often nudges comics toward harmless material, but Bozeman avoids that trap by leaning on a relaxed, skeptical rhythm.

Between bits about airline baggage fees and the grim formulas of true crime television, he describes the awkward friction of being a Black homeowner taking an evening walk through a quiet subdivision. He leaves generous room between punchlines, letting small silences do as much work as the premise.