I hope they’re not permanently traumatized… (Sorry girls. We’ll pay for your therapy sessions.) This is definitely the last year we’re gonna fork over $30+ to see a mall santa. I mean, c’mon… How can they charge so much without even giving us a real, legit beard? Pfft. Though in this guy’s defense, he was pretty friendly. Super creepy looking, but friendly nonetheless. Ho. Ho. Ho.
Another year, another Christmas come and gone. *sniff* I swear, the older I get, the shorter the holiday season feels. When I was little, the anticipation of the big day was excruciating. The days seemed to drag on and on, highlighted only by the beloved prime time Christmas cartoons (nothing says “holiday spirit” better than a flamboyant little elf who just wants to be a goddamn dentist!). These days, November and December just swoosh by faster than you can say “FRA-GEE-LAY”. I was hoping this year would be different, now that I have kids and all. But nope — I […]
On Friday afternoon, I paid $33 to plop my dear babies into the waiting arms of a strange old fat guy. Yep, the girls had their first visit with Santa. We had originally planned to go to a cute little country store that our family has gone to for years, because they have the BEST Santa around. Real beard, super patient, willing to spend up to 10(!) minutes with each kid… And his services are FREE of charge! Sounds freakin’ great, right? Eh… not so much… Sadly, I had been reading the store’s Facebook page for the last few weeks […]