NOTE: A post from some years back, brought back for the seasonal joy of it.
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No, I don’t know why good, sane, well-intentioned people do this to their children.
This guy terrifies even me — I keep thinking he should have a lit Chesterfield and a glass of bourbon in his hands, not an innocent lamb.
I remember that my parents once gave me the “opportunity” to meet Santa at a shopping mall somewhere on Long Island. I sized up the situation from a distance, planted my feet, and said, “Nuh-ugh.” A Christmas Story is surely my favorite holiday movie (absolutely love it), and they handled this particular life passage — the visit with Santa — to perfection. But then again, I think that whole movie is genius.
Here’s the book, and here’s my original post (with different photos) about the book from last holiday season.
