there it is. the definition of what is wrong with my children.
we all know i traumatized annie at age 1 when i took her to visit santa at marshall fields. she's now 3 and still has no time, whatsoever, for the evil man in the red suit. the other day at her school she had "santa's workshop", where the kids don elf hats and aprons and work on cute little art projects...and santa and mrs. claus are there. riiiiiight.
i tried. i did. i said "annie, would you like to go tell satan - i mean, santa - what you want for christmas?" and she just shook her head. vehemently. i said "i'll go with you, we can just say hi you don't even have to sit on his lap." again, shaking her head, she went to hide in the stroller. just having him in the same room with her seemed to ruin her entire day.
well, i thought, let's try to get jasper on satan's (dang, i keep doing that!) SANTA's lap. so, i walk over to santa with jasper and jasper immediately smiles. he thinks santa is SO funny. hahahahahaha! then, santa produces a candy cane. mmmmmm, candy! jasper is confused, yet impressed. then, santa reaches out to young jasper so i - excited to have one child that will appreciate the magic of christmas - hand him over...
...and we're done. jasper took one swipe at the beard then squirmed his way out of town. not impressed. not even enough to want the candy cane. wow.
and so, another year passes by in the johnston house when, if you ask annie if she wants santa claus to bring her presents she just shakes her head and says "no thank you".
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