I never really liked santa
December 19, 2010 § 8 Comments
I never really liked Santa. In fact, I couldn’t stand him. That’s just the way it was and still is.
Think of it from the perspective of a 2-year old. You are persuaded to get near this massive old guy wearing a ridiculous outfit. He has a long scraggly, white puffy beard—facial fuzz that you’ve never seen before on the men that surround you during your short duration on this good earth. To make matters worse, you are encouraged, by your parents no less (who you thought loved you), to get super close to this odd stranger. They plop you down on his oversized lap, and then somehow, engulfed in your horror and fright, you are expected to have an overly up-close and personal face-to-face conversation with this freak. Oh, and it’s not TOO intimidating that he is very aware of what a horrible kid you are, thanks to some secret mysterious crystal ball he’s looking into constantly.
Santa is scary. Merry Christmas anyway.