Monday, January 17, 2011
There is a small sadistic part of me that gets a kick out of the way that Christmas is so exciting, and yet so horrifying for some little kids. How many pictures have you seen of children screaming on Santa's lap and not laughed?
He is fairly terrifying after all, he is a huge man in a red suit who is going to slither down your chimney, poke around your house and eat all your cookies. PLUS he magically knows everything about your behavior over the past year. Kinda like a stalker.
I didn't get to place Ivie on Santa's lap and see her scream this year. We were never around a Santa. My little sister wanted to drive to the neighboring town where she had heard there was a Santa, but it didn't seem worth it to me. I am kind of sad now that I don't have that memory.
But I do have this. And I get a kick out of this tiny moment of Christmas confusion for Ivie.
I am really starting to figure this out. I open a package or tear up some paper and everyone looks at me and claps. Awesome.
Almost have it.
HOLY CRAP! What is that creepy thing?
Doesn't matter....it has a cool tag to play with. Don't look it in the eye...just play with its tag.