Yep, I said it. Santa creeps me. Not the storybook Santa or present bringing Santa, but the guy the mall hires every year. I’m sure he’s very nice but the whole racket is sketchy to me. Think about it. We tell our kids to never talk to strangers and certainly never let them touch them; yet every Christmas we toss our kids in to the lap of a huge stranger dressed all in red with a creepy long beard, beady eyes, and usually bad breathe. And then we cajole and threaten kids to,”Smile and tell Santa what you want.”
Really?
Does no one else see a problem with this? Sit on a strange man’s lap and ask him for gifts? Hello? You couldn’t pay me to sit on any of the laps below.
“And I’ll get your little dog too!”
That kids face say it all.
Remove the kid and you have the perfect mug shot.
The eyes always give them away.
It’s touchy feely Santa.
Uhhh…we need a clean up on aisle 5.