Ok, so I stole this picture off Jamie's blog because this is a major event in my life. It had been eleven years since I last sat on the fat man in a red suit so I felt like this was worthy of posting.
Even with being 25 years old, I still didn't feel comfortable sitting on Santa's lap with him asking what I want. I also heard some horror stories about the Santa at the Christmas party from the previous year being a butt grabber. Who wants to be molested like that?
I was a little nervous getting up there for that reason.
After I told him that I wanted a new car (I really do) I pretty much ran away from him.
I don't blame Presley if she ends up hating Santa for the rest of her life. Why do we teach children not to go to strangers and then the first white bearded Santa we see we throw the kid at
him and expect them to be happy about it?! Well anyway, I think that will be my last time sitting on any Santa's lap.
