I love Santa Claus. He's like the coolest.
He gets to ride in a sleigh and he is like round and cuddly and he gives presents to everyone!
The only problem is he is a a "he."
I have always wanted to dress up like Santa and be Santa, but first, I hate to fly.
Second, I'm sooo not round and cuddly.
And I'm a "She," Not a "He."
But I LOVE to give presents, to the detriment of my bank account and my family's sanity.
(Now for any of you who may have your visions of Santa demolished, please don't read the following.)
This year, my daughter asked if her dad would dress up like Santa for a Christmas party.
I said yes.
He didn't say yes. Let's make this perfectly clear. I did what he has asked me not to do more than once, and that is say "Yes," for him.
But I wanted him to be Santa. I even went and bought, yes, bought, not rent, him a red suit, complete with stupid black boot covers and dinky small hat. I even bought him a white, fluffy beard with white fluffy hat. And bells! And a sack! And candy canes to give to the 150 to 200 tykes who are going to sit on his knee.
Tonight is the night, but last night we tried on the beard and wig and .......
I was in tears. I did not buy the $15 beard and wig because it was felt with cotton balls.
I did not buy the $50 wig and beard because I had to buy the suit.
I paid $25 for the wig and beard.
I'm hoping my daughter-in-law can make Rod look more like Santa than an old guy in a wig. Or hoping the kids will be too excited to notice he is a bit sparse in the hair department.
But now I can say, "I am in love with Santa," and really mean it:)
