"Ho, ho, hoooo!"
It's a great party trick.
But get him close to a "real" Santa and he clams up. He becomes frozen. Speechless. He just stares in amazement. Or maybe it's horror. Not sure.
Anyway, a couple of weekends ago, we went and had his picture taken with Santa. The garden center we went to had the cutest scene and Santa chair, but when we got there, we were less than impressed with the Santa. He didn't seem that jolly to me (maybe he needed more padding) and his beard was on a little crooked.
Mr. T held T Junior, who had a death grip on Dada's shirt.
The photographer had Santa hide for a few impromtu photos, but I don't think T Junior was convinced Santa was really gone.
The thing is, he was right. Santa was just around the corner. So when he reappeared, he tried to acquaint himself with the 1-1/2-year-old by looking at the Kissmus Chee.
It went well, but then poor T Junior's mean parents made him sit on Santa's lap.
T Junior's face twisted in horror and he screamed, "All do-one! All do-one! All do-one!"
Mr. T and I decided we would try a new Santa every year as a tradition. I think next year, we'll hit Cabela's for a Camo Santa!
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