librarydiva ([info]librarydiva) wrote,
@ 2006-12-14 05:20:00
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Courtesy of the Sportslady, check out pictures of kids losing it (and not in a good way) when they visit with Santa at the Scared of Santa Gallery. The first picture completely cracks me up. My mom has this same Santa!

Sadly, there are no pictures of me with Santa. The one and only time my parents took me to see Santa there was an incident. Let's just say Santa was not exactly photogenic when I was through with him and leave it at that. After that my parents weren't really up for taking me to see Santa again.

However, that is not to say that I don't have Santa horror story of my own. One year my parents bought a giant, light up Santa head and hung it in our living room's picture window. They thought they were expressing their holiday spirit. I thought they had decapitated Santa's head. I remember running past The Head at bedtime, terrified of looking at it. At night when it was all lit up it looked like it was floating.

How about you? Were you ever terrorized by Old St. Nick (or his likeness)?



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[info]shanna_s
2006-12-14 05:06 pm UTC (link)
Hee, my mom still gives me grief every year about my woes with Santa. When I was little, I'd beg and actively campaign to go see Santa in the mall. I'd pick out my outfit, plan my list, and know exactly what I was going to say with him.

And then we'd get to the mall, I'd get to the front of the line, and I would have a shy/panic attack and refuse to have anything to do with Santa. I wouldn't go near him, wouldn't talk to him and wouldn't even look at him. The very patient Santa once tried to give me a candy cane and talk to me even if I wouldn't sit on his lap, and I told him I wasn't allowed to take candy from strangers. That has gone down in family lore. The one picture I have of me with Santa was taken when I was about nine, well past the fear of Santa stage, at an office party for my dad's unit where they had a Santa for all the kids (I seem to recall I only sat on Santa's knee for a picture so my baby brother wouldn't be afraid). After that, my parents discouraged me from the Santa thing because they suspected Santa enjoyed it more than I did.

I had similar issues with Ronald McDonald. I'd hear about him making a personal appearance, I'd beg to go, and then I wouldn't have anything to do with him.

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