I WILL NOT SIT ON SANTA'S LAP
I will not sit on Santa's lap.
You cannot make me sit on it,
and
if you try I promise that
I'll throw a screaming fit on it.
I
will not talk to Santa;
I am simply too afraid of him.
I'm not impressed
by all the songs
and movies that are made of him.
It really doesn't
matter that
he's generous and jolly too.
It doesn't matter if his chair
is
decked with boughs of holly too.
It makes no difference that
he's loved
from here to
I cannot sit with Santa.
I've got Santa Claustrophobia!
From little on, we all like visiting Santa. I know I did when I was three and my son Joel did when he was 1 1/2. These are the only pictures I have of any of those past visits. There aren't any pictures of the girls but they are certain they have pictures of their children with Santa.
There was something about telling Santa your deepest secrets of what you really wanted for Christmas and believing you would get it. Wouldn't it be great if we always felt that way...even if just in our hearts?