I have officially decided that Santa Claus is just plain stupid. The older I get and the more kids I have, the more I hate that fat, overly-jolly, sneaky old guy. I mean, I feel like it is my obligation as a "good" parent to take my little kids to the over-crowded, depressing mall to stand in a ridiculously long line, so that I can be guilted into spending way too much for a stupid picture that I will probably lose anyways.
At least that is what was going through my head as I waited in line with three rambunctious toddlers. I really didn't last very long. I got out of line, took a picture from afar of Santa and headed to the mall playground.
Look, here is a blonde kid on Santa's knee. My kids are blonde. Close enough!
The line goes all the way around the back of that Christmas tree. I am standing at the halfway point. It is a Monday afternoon, for crying out loud. Shouldn't these kids be in daycare or something, or home taking a nap? What is going on here?
But the playground sure was fun. We hadn't been in a while. The kids had a blast.
Way better than Santa.