santa is no friend of mine
December 21st, 2008
What is it about that white beard, fur trimmed suit, and jolly laugh that strikes fear in hearts of toddlers? This guy is supposed to be beloved! After all, he brings toys to all good girls and boys across the world. I admit something about the story doesn’t add up – he parks his sleigh on your roof then slides down your chimney while you are sleeping to raid your pantry for cookies then leave you presents in return. To a 2 year-old whose sense of the world is mostly intuition, the creeps who dress up as Santa at the mall – not the kind of guys you’d want to hang out with any other time – probably don’t help the story. So, why is it so surprising when the 2 year-old skirts the farthest reaches of the room that Santa is in? Even when the man offers gifts, the tot arches and struggles like the man is instead wielding a horse needle. ‘Tis all part of the Christmas experience. Sylvie is dreadfully afraid of that stinky ole Santa. Even when he comes bearing new babies. Me, too.
December 27th, 2008 at 6:51 am
Christmas Eve, Presto’s mom said he was nervous about having Santa come to his house. “What if he comes to my room?” You want your kids to know what to do around real strangers…but this is sad. Scary Santas.