Oh, this just made my day: the Scared of Santa gallery. [via] This picture is the best. The look on that guy's face is like, they don't pay me enough for this ...
I remember meeting Santa for the first time, at a shopping mall. I am remembering my mom and her mother being present, but maybe that's wrong. Actually, I don't remember a lot of details ... just the sight of that STRANGE MAN IN A RED SUIT WHO I AM NOT GOING NEAR, NO WAY. Ho-ho-ho, indeed. You can take that ho-ho-ho and stuff it, old man. And keep your candy cane, too. I'm not that easy.
Am trying to remember my baby brother's first meeting with Santa. I'm thinking that terror struck him, too, but that he did accept the candy cane as a consolation prize.
And somewhere around the house is a picture of my little Bunny at age 2 1/2, meeting Santa at one of our office parties. In every day life, Jim was the sweetest man - Bunny had met him previously, and liked him as himself. But she didn't recognize him as Santa, which I forgot until a second too late. I have the greatest picture of her shoving him away. I'll have to find it and maybe send it to this group.
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