The only times as a child I remember meeting Santa Clause for the traditional "sit on my knee little girl" experience were at the annual Christmas parties held at my Grandmother's work. I'm sure there must have been others but I cannot for the life of me remember them. I was a shy child who was often too timid to join in party games so meeting a strange man with an obvious fake wig beard and having to sit on his knee and talk to him while everyone else watched was not something I enjoyed especially. But, y'know, the rest of the party was great. I'm sure there was food and music and the rest. But what I remember was the dread of having to get close to Scarey Clause.
And twenty-odd years later in 2004? I have a photo of a tearful Chook being carried up to meet Scarey Santa at her playgroup party. Mini-Me right enough. *g*
My poor wee Mum, doing the tearful festivities all over again!
Hahahaa...our girl had no problem but she had to drag her younger brother!:)
ReplyDeleteI was lucky, it was the sunday school xmas party for me so 9/10 times i knew exactly who santa was, and mostly it was someone I really liked. Moo is becoming shy. Keeps hiding behind daddy.
ReplyDeleteI once taught a bairn who was terrified of Father Christmas but, as she was new to the school, I didn't know. Fortunately, she was in the secretary's office when he came to visit our party and the poor bairn hid under the desk, quivering with fright! Goodness only knows why her parents hadn't said something...
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