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
OMG that is hilarious. I happen to live 20 mins from Detroit..on the Canadian side!! small world!!
yes its all very strange sitting on a strangers lap and asking for toys. I think your intuition was correct.
Windsor??
Yes 👍🏻
I was married to a hockey player and my son played, so....lots of time through the Windsor tunnel or over the Ambassador Bridge! :)