Sippy is continuing her sagas with Santa today in “her own words”.
I thought I made it clear last Saturday that a big ole animated Santa was not something I enjoy. And I was all happy when Mama and Daddy told me we were going to a Holiday Party on Sunday cause you know this baby likes to party.
So you can imagine my dismay when just a little bit into my one-year-old fiesta Santa appeared. Seriously – how did he get on the guest list?
He just plopped himself down right in the middle of the party and started shaking some bells he brought with him.
Now I like me some good bell-shaking so I thought maybe I should give Santa a second chance. Plus my friends were here to protect me this time so maybe everything would be ok.
But you know what? After a few minutes of giving Santa the side-eye I’d made up my mind: Santa is one scary dude. When I looked around and saw that no-one was sounding a stranger-danger alarm just yet I knew it was my duty to step in.
I convinced Daddy to sound the alarm with me. He’s a smart man.
I think all of our screaming must have worked because my friends got in on the act. No-one liked Santa by the time I was done. (Yup – Everyone totally listens to me.)
But then a crazy thing happened. My Twin Brother From Another Mother (and blog sensation from It’s a Hazelstein) plopped right on Santa’s lap and smiled at him. (Can you believe us two blondies were born on EXACTLY the same day. How awesome are we?)
It turns out that he knew a key Santa fact: Santa comes bearing gifts! Whoa. No-one ever told me that Very Important Piece of Information. (Ok – maybe Mama did but I totally forgot. Damn you short term memory.)
Armed with some potential gift-receiving-bravery I decided to give Santa one last shot. I mean – if he brought me a gift I didn’t want to be RUDE and not take it.
Did you think I was actually going to sit on his lap for it? As if!
Maybe next year Santa. We will meet again.
(Although hopefully not too soon. I think I’ve had enough Santa-ing for this year.)