Scared of Santa
The back reads:
First Santa Visit---Note the poor harassed Santa---his hat fell over his eyes and he couldn't wait to get rid of them!
It was December 1973. My twin sister and I were terrified. Our mother had just cheerfully handed us over to a bearded stranger. Then she walked away. It wouldn't be the only time she tried to get rid of us.
I have a little early Christmas present for you...
Go visit more terrified children here.
I promise, it will make you smile.
And isn't life really all about laughing at the panicked terror of children.
My son was so terrified of Santa when he was little that he wouldn't go anywhere near him and even the excitement about presents could not induce him to go downstairs on Christmas morning without an escort. But my mother still has the photo of me sitting on Santa's lap at age 3. That was the year I was so scared that I hauled off and socked Santa hard enough to give the man a bloody nose. Sorry, Santa! I didn't mean it! Every now and then it shows up on a family Christmas letter with the caption, "Baby's first brawl."
Posted by: Harriet M. Welsch | December 04, 2008 at 06:07 PM
It's 6am here and I'm laughing, and I'm not a morning person so that's quite something!.
P.S. You have Harriet The Spy in your comment box!! I knew she'd grow up to be a blogger!
Posted by: Eleanor | December 04, 2008 at 08:02 PM
Is it wrong that I find these pictures so funny?
Posted by: Alexis | December 04, 2008 at 11:05 PM
The poor darlings! I love that your mother seems more concerned about Santa's wellbeing than your own. Thanks for the laugh!
Posted by: Amelia | December 05, 2008 at 02:59 AM
I loved number 22 best of all!
Posted by: mary | December 06, 2008 at 04:50 AM
oh that made me howl
Posted by: The Coffee Lady | December 07, 2008 at 11:39 AM