Here's another holiday classic for the scrapbook. Oh wait. I don't even have a photo album. But here's a holiday classic nonetheless. Gabi, my five year old, wouldn't even go near him. As soon as we got to the front of the line, Raymond started screaming. At one point Ray was just sitting there, wailing, and pointing at my dad (who was taking the pictures) with this How dare you? kind of look on his face.
I was never afraid of Santa. I was usually just consumed with guilt over all the terrible things I'd done, trying to calculate my misbehavior into toy deductions. In most of my pictures with Santa I'm freshly post-tears.
At this same Christmas party, Gabi decorated a coffee cup for me. It wasn't Christmasy, but she wrote Ho Ho on it. Hmm. Apparently one of the other kids wrote Hoo on his cup. At least I don't have to walk around the office with that one.
I thought the man in red was joking when he said, "Maybe Mom should sit on Santa's lap." I should've asked him for something. An NEA grant? A poem-annotating robot? The latter would be a huge help tomorrow.