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.
So many children seem to be afraid of Santa - but then he is rather an imposing figure AND he knows if we've been good or bad...a double whammy!!
ReplyDeleteI remember being afraid of him too, but my kids just loved him. I miss those days of "breakfast with Santa".
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