It's official. Little One hates Santa. Hates him. She hates his fluffy beard. She hates his glasses. She hates his jolly red cheeks. And she hates his belly that "shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly." She is not a fan. At all.
This was round two. Round one wasn't quite as dramatic. Nevertheless, she wasn't the only one screaming while on Santa's knee. I think it's a rite of passage. A requirement? The first visit to Santa is supposed to be traumatic. And this didn't dissappoint. At least she had on a pretty dress.
3 comments:
Oh poor thing. That is really funny though. And, yes, she sure looks cute in her dress :)
Oh, the things we do to our children... :-) LOVE her dress. I'm currently searching for Easter inspiration, so thank you!
Oh poor, Little One!
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