Lunch Recall

Today during lunch we cascaded onto a fan favorite topic of meal times: Things that made us cry as children. After speculation of the terrorizing effects of beauty queens who self-promote in Midwestern shopping malls, we came around to the reason for the season: Santa himself. 

I loved this jolly man in a fuzzy red suit. He made me giggle. However, he yielded an entirely different result with my poor little brother. 

He would scream as soon as this enormous stranger would lift him onto his knee and would then proceed to shut his eyes completely for the entire time, all the while Santa and I would carry on conversations about dolls and kites and books about kittens. We must have at least three years of brother and sister Santa Claus photos in which the kid just looks damn terrified, but to be honest, I think he was the wiser all along. 

Why are kids okay with the fact that a strange man breaks into their homes each year while wearing a conspicuous red suit? And, all the while he's demanding cookies. 

Yes, children can be bought.