Post-Santa. First of two.
It went well. Only two kids were terrified of me. And several were delightful, wonderful, terrific kids who charmed the hell out of me.
Of course, its always nice, too, when they say that you were the best Santa they've ever seen, but they don't realize: it's easy. All you have to do is tease the kid, talk to them, listen to them. Piece of cake.
The big red suit doesn't hurt, either.
4 comments:
Wow, I never realized I could talk personally with Santa. ;)
Glad the gig went well.
Yup. Course, you have to be, like, eight to sit on my lap. Otherwise, I offer to sit on your lap, which can be disconcerting to the other kids.
Where's the pictures?
Not a one. Imagine Santa, and about sixty kids, most civil, some hypercute. Thats about it.
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