We took the kids to see the new Peanuts movie the day before Thanksgiving and decided to check in on the Santa line next door. Empty. Not a crying kid in sight. So, despite the kids' fuzzy hair and disheveled outfits, we capitalized on the vacancy. Santa, done. Our local outdoor mall does Santa right. His beard is the real deal. And he's free. And we can take our own pictures. And he walks around the mall talking to little people. And he ice skates. Take THAT Santas who smell like gin and beef jerky and hire apathetic high schoolers to act as your money collecting elves.
Santa asked for a farewell hug and they decided to embrace each other rather than Santa. Good times for all of us. Santa got quite the kick out of them.
Posts
0 comments:
Post a Comment