Oh Santa, you jolly representation of Christmas spirit, you. As much as I love the joy you provide my kids, it’s times like these (T-minus 5 days, folks) that I begin to wonder why my family ever decided to play into your special brand of parental torture.
I mean, I guess I know why we played in – we had to. Santa, you’re everywhere and there’s simply no escaping your dimples so merry, cheeks just like roses, a nose like a cherry – and don’t even get me started on your little round belly that shakes when you laugh like a bowl full of jelly.
My kids never stood a chance, and as parents, we didn’t have a choice. But of course, none of this would have been so bad, Santa, had you been mythicized in a practical sense. [Read more…]