Santa Claus....where do I begin? My earliest memory of Santa is one of fear. When I was little we would go to the annual holiday Christmas party put on by the company for which my dad worked. It was held at the local armory. I remember getting dressed up in my red dress and white tights. Christmas parties are fun, right? Something you look forward to? I was looking forward to the stocking filled with candy I would get. What I was not looking forward to was having to sit in the sleigh next to Santa Claus to get it. I was very afraid of that stranger who dressed funny, but to get the stocking with candy I did it. I climbed in the sleigh, got my picture taken, took the stocking and made a hasty retreat.
I am still not to crazy about the man (i.e. stranger) in red.