Scary Santa

At the place where I work there is a life-sized Santa Statue...this is the single FREAKIEST thing I have ever seen....You know how Santa is usually portrayed as kind and sweet and adorable?  Not this one!  This guy has big blue eyes that follow you when you walk by AND his "eye area" (I don't know what else to call it) sticks out -- so its almost bigger than his nose...It kind of looks like an "alien Santa" or a sinister character out of "Lord of the Rings"...or "Star Wars"...

Everyone in the office is scared of this statue...We had him in a back corner, but someone unthinkingly moved him out where people could see him...he was freaking out workers sitting behind desks because of his Big, Unwinking eyes glaring at them, so we moved him next to the front door...trouble is, Ol' Santa started freaking people out as they walked in the building...(How to lose potential customers, lesson 1)...

I suggested turning him towards the wall, but someone pointed out that that might just make Santa mad (and none of us want THAT to happen)...

Every day one of us gets the job of checking to make sure that Santa hasn't moved on his own...I mean seriously, has "Child's Play" ever had a Christmas version? Freaky!

Over the loudspeaker, we have Christmas music playing..."Santa Claus is Coming to Town" came on once and we heard the lyrics, "You Better Watch Out, You Better Not Cry...Better Not Pout...I'm Telling You Why...Santa Claus is Coming to Town!!!"

I turned to the receptionist and said, "Wow, in this office, that sounds like a threat..."

-- Especially the part where the song says, "He knows when you are sleeping...He knows when you're awake..."

Scary...

I'll keep you posted...

No, Laura, there is NO Santa Claus...

I never believed in Santa Claus...this is probably a good thing...When I was 3 years old, someone took me to see Santa and I got so scared that I cried...Admit it, people, that red suit is SCARY!!!

My parents had logical reasons though for not wanting me to believe in Santa.  Mom reasoned that if I grew up and found out that she had lied to me about Santa, that I might start thinking Jesus wasn't real either...she wanted to be totally truthful with me...

When I grew up (especially with my personality), this turned out to be a good idea...while I was still a kid though, it got me into a lot of trouble...

My cousins were taught to believe in Santa...they thought the Big Guy brought them all their presents every Christmas Eve...even though they had no Chimney...I never figured that one out...I got in BIG trouble one year when I told them that there was no real Santa Claus...They cried and told my Aunt and Uncle who then went to my parents and told them how mad they were...

Even though my parents didn't believe in teaching me about Santa, they DID believe in having fun...

My father worked second shift at a factory and often had to work Christmas Eve...and he loved cookies...So every year, I would ask my Dad what kind of cookies he wanted on Christmas Eve...He always wanted Chocolate Chip!  Every Christmas Eve "Santa" would get milk and cookies and they were always gone by morning!!! 

Incidently, Mom and Dad ALSO did the same thing for me with the Tooth Fairy...I didn't believe in the Tooth Fairy, but I still hid my teeth under my pillow and voila!  The next morning I had a nickel...

Mom always told me that The Tooth Fairy was actually my father in a Tutu and Tights...

Yes I have been in theropy....

Merry Christmas!!!