December 12, 2002
Spontaneous Santa
I wore my kid out Christmas shopping tonight. As we passed Santa's little fiberglass wonderland, Trev dragged me over to the holiday propaganda.
"Mommy, we have to go see Santa! He's right there and the line is really, really short! I have to talk to him!"
How could I resist? He wasn't dressed up, but at least he was wearing a Christmas ornament shirt. He and Santa whispered to each other for a good five minutes and I heard the words "bike", "two big wheels" and "action figure". Santa nodded solemnly and I took out my list to add bike back to the bottom. It's hard to keep up with the whims of a preschooler.
Santa's Hostile Minions of Doom insist that you buy a picture to even speak to Santa. So I got just a digital version on disk. Everyone was incredulous: "Just the disk? Are you sure?" One woman said, "What can you do with that?"
Uh... crop it, print it, email it, post it on my weblog, make it brighter, darker, fuzzy, black and white or edit Santa to be Osama bin Laden.
What can you do with your little paper picture?
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