Obviously, i've scanned the photo for your enjoyment, so please feel free to take pleasure in my childhood terror below!
Yep, that's me on the left, justifiably frightened of my jolly captor. I stumbled upon a couple other subsequent mall Santa pictures in the batch I was looking through tonight and not surprisingly, my brother was the only one on Santa's lap in all of them. The Santas were all just as creepy but I was nowhere to be found, likely scarred from the above experience to the point of faking sickness whenever a December trip to the local mall was scheduled. Can you blame me?!
The fact that i've always loved Christmas and don't ever remember being anything but excited about the thought of a real Santa totally proves the point I was making in the post from yesterday; there's just something inherently creepy about Santas of the mall variety!
What do I want for Christmas, sex offender Santa? To get as far away from you as humanly possible!