As soon as Santa walked through the door at the Christmas playdate, I headed for the other room. I CAN NOT, WILL NOT, ABSOLUTELY MUST NOT sit on some strange man's lap and tell him what I want for Christmas. I happily watched my friends sit on his lap and laughed when Santa sang Christmas songs . . . but I am NOT a "Santa lap-sitter"!! (Yet.)
With much protest, I agreed to sit for a group photo with Santa but only because my friend Levi held my hand and pulled me down.
With much protest, I agreed to sit for a group photo with Santa but only because my friend Levi held my hand and pulled me down.
I'd much rather play with my friends than answer Santa's questions.
"Santa, I have been REALLY, REALLY good." Why does he look so shocked about that? Who's he been talking to anyway?
Forget that fat man! I'm just going to wrestle with Levi.
Ok, maybe I should be nice to the guy or he's not going to bring me anything. I know! I'll give him my friend's car as a token gesture! And then maybe he will pass it on to me Christmas Eve.
Time for a serious discussion about the different definitions of "naughty" and "nice".
After much coercing from Santa, Mom (who even went so far as to bribe me with a brownie without any luck!!), the other Moms, and even some of my 3 yr old playgroup buddies, I finally stood close enough to Santa to get a picture for the annual Christmas ornament. But I am NOT getting on that jolly man's lap!!! At last, it's over!!! Now I don't have to go near this dude again for another year.
. . . . I wonder if he is still going to bring me 5 cars and a TALL race car for Christmas?
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