OMG, dying here! I was TERRIFIED of Santa as a child. An uncle (I believe) always dressed up and came to our house every Christmas Eve. I would hide under the table, in the bathroom, or anywhere else I could hide my shy fearful self. IDK what it was - maybe my stellar intuition - but Santa was a no bueno for me. I grew up in Detroit in the 50's and we had a place called the Rotunda. We stood in line for HOURS, climbing the stairs to sit on the creep's lap and I just flat-our refused. I was little - maybe 4 or 5? IDK, it's all a terrifying blur. He still creeps me out. Thanks for the laughs, Michelle! xo
OMG, dying here! I was TERRIFIED of Santa as a child. An uncle (I believe) always dressed up and came to our house every Christmas Eve. I would hide under the table, in the bathroom, or anywhere else I could hide my shy fearful self. IDK what it was - maybe my stellar intuition - but Santa was a no bueno for me. I grew up in Detroit in the 50's and we had a place called the Rotunda. We stood in line for HOURS, climbing the stairs to sit on the creep's lap and I just flat-our refused. I was little - maybe 4 or 5? IDK, it's all a terrifying blur. He still creeps me out. Thanks for the laughs, Michelle! xo