Mr. Kinsley Posted December 17, 2007 Share Posted December 17, 2007 So, we took the Twinsleys over the weekend to the Brentwood Country Mart to see Santa and reindeer. The Santa was what one would expect at a small-ish shopping center - all the realistic looking Santas are booked at the mall. He was fine for having a picture taken with toddlers, although as you can see here, Aaron wasn't having any of it. We had our 2 minutes with Santa (probably more for mom & dad's benefit than anything, but whatever), got some lunch, and sat at a bench in the courtyard behind and off to the side of Santa. While we were sitting there my wife says, "Oh brother, Santa still has the tag on his beard." I looked more closely and realized it wasn't a price tag, but I wasn't sure what it was. So, I took a picture and inspected further using the zoom feature on the camera's viewer (which I have duplicated in Photoshop with a close-up of the 'tag.') It's not a tag... it's a used blister pack from cold medicine! Stay classy Santa. Anyone else have good mall/shopping center Santa stories? Quote Link to post Share on other sites
gogo Posted December 17, 2007 Share Posted December 17, 2007 Stay classy Santa. I really don't see anyone topping this. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Mr. Kinsley Posted December 17, 2007 Author Share Posted December 17, 2007 I forgot to mention that since there were so few people coming to see him, he was basically just sitting there and 'Ho Ho Ho, Merry Christmas'-ing to all the ladies walking by. They were about as impressed with him as my son was. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
PigSooie Posted December 17, 2007 Share Posted December 17, 2007 It looks like a Nicorette blister pack thing to me. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
bjorn_skurj Posted December 17, 2007 Share Posted December 17, 2007 I was all set to become a mall Santa until I got my first journalism job. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Mr. Kinsley Posted December 17, 2007 Author Share Posted December 17, 2007 Well, at least I don't have to wait for the inevitable Santa-induced cold. We also thought it could have been cold medicine as a preventative measure. Either way, blister pack in the beard = funny. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
the_fliz1 Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 Well this is more of a Santa/Reindeer story. But when I was a little kid, probably around 7 or 8, everybody had gone to my grandmas house for a Christmas Eve thing. Two of my uncles came in the house and about 5 minutes later there was this banging on the roof. Of course all of us kids started screaming that it was Santa. Next thing we know my uncle Chuck grabs a shotgun and says I'll go see what it is. He walks outside, and we hear a couple of gunshots. My uncle starts screaming so everybody runs out onto the front porch, and sitting in the front yard just in front of the porch is a dead deer. My uncle jumps up and says "oh no I think I just shot Rudolph". Needless to say all of us kids just fucking lose it. We are whaling and crying and screaming. My mom was pissed and yelling at my uncle because apparently, either that day or the previous day, a couple of my uncles had gone hunting and thought it would be a funny joke to play. All of us kids were scarred for life. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Wilco Worshipper Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 My mom was pissed and yelling at my uncle because apparently, either that day or the previous day, a couple of my uncles had gone hunting and thought it would be a funny joke to play. All of us kids were scarred for life. Wow! That's just awful Quote Link to post Share on other sites
caliber66 Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 That is an AWESOME story, fliz. I played Santa once for the granddaughter (& friends) of some lady I used to work with, and it occurs to me that she is going to ask me again, now that I am moving back. Except maybe she's retired now. Either way, I'm gonna tell her I have hepatitis. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
darkstar Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 That's a great story....... Quote Link to post Share on other sites
poppydawn Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 The blister pack? Hilarious! The dead deer? Sounds like something my uncles would do. No outstanding Santa stories here, but I'm hoping to have one by the end of the week. Belleville has the Santa House, which is just about the cutest thing ever. They always have the best, most realistic Santa. For the past three weeks my friends and I have tried to get together to take our kids, because we have this wild fantasy of getting a picture of all of our kids (six of 'em, ages almost-4 to 10 months with most of them landing in the Terrible Twos range) with Santa at the same time. Apparently, the universe knows this is ridiculously impossible. Every time we've scheduled, at least half of our group has gotten sick. One of them even had the gall (ahem) to land in the hospital for five days with a gall bladder attack on the evening we had planned to go. Santa really doesn't want to deal with this motley crew. I can't say I blame him. We're going to try a sneak attack this weekend. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
yermom Posted December 18, 2007 Share Posted December 18, 2007 Last year did not go so well:(I forgot to prep her for it and just kind of tossed her at him. Neither party was amused.) This year went super swell but I haven't got any pictures right handy of that visit. She told him she wants a puppy and he talked her into a stuffed puppy instead. Go Santa! Quote Link to post Share on other sites
the_fliz1 Posted December 19, 2007 Share Posted December 19, 2007 Either way, I'm gonna tell her I have hepatitis. You would be surprised what that can get you out of. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted December 19, 2007 Share Posted December 19, 2007 When D-man was three ( a LONG time ago), Downtown and All the young girls love... took him to see Old St. Nick at the local mall. D-man, who has always been dramatic, pitched a pure d fit and kick Santa in the nads. Needless to say, we did not get a Xmas picture for 1997. (Magic K, who was 7 that year, still tells this story as SHE got her picture taken that year). The next year, ole Crow had a plan. I took Magic and D-man to a different mall and started prepping him a couple days in advance. "Santa is a really nice man. He was pretty sad that you got so upset last year...I bet he remembers you this year." Waiting in line with Magic Kristen and D-man, I was prepping them both. When we got to the Elf who was taking the money I clued her in out of earshot of the kiddos: "The boy is Named _ _ _ _ _ and his sister is _ _ _ _ _ _ _ . He was pretty freaked out last year, so I would appreciate it if you could have a talk with Mr. Claus and give him a heads up." The Santa was PERFECT. As D-man and Magic approached his chair he let it fly: "_ _ _ _ _!!! _ _ _ _ _ _ _ !!! HOW HAVE YOU TWO BEEN THIS YEAR!? I was pretty sad last year when I scared you. Come over here and sit in my lap and tell me what you want." He yucked it up nicely and D-man was never scared again. Magic probably believed a year or two longer because her old man knows how to work the old Christman Whimsy. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
yermom Posted December 19, 2007 Share Posted December 19, 2007 I can't believe I forgot to mention that I peed on Santa when I was a kid. I don't remember it but we have a photo with me on one knee and my older brother on the other and Santa looks a little uncomfortable. My dad thinks it's hilarious. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
poppydawn Posted December 19, 2007 Share Posted December 19, 2007 My dad thinks it's hilarious. Because it is! We took Clara Jan to see Santa tonight. It was the first year where she's really been into it and wasn't afraid of him. Santa barely got a word in edgewise. She rattled off a litany of stuff she wants, took a great photo, and, at the end when Santa gave her a candy cane, announced, "I love candy canes. I get these when I pee and poop on the potty.* The first time I pooped in the potty, it was soooooooo great!" *Yes, I bribe her with candy to get her to use the damn toilet. I think Santa might have had a stroke, he was laughing so hard. The thing is, she flat-out lied to him! This kid acts like snakes will devour her butt if she poops in the potty! I don't embarrass easily, but I sort of melted into a hot puddle of shame. Giggling shame, but shame nonetheless. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Mr. Kinsley Posted December 19, 2007 Author Share Posted December 19, 2007 Because it is! We took Clara Jan to see Santa tonight. It was the first year where she's really been into it and wasn't afraid of him. Santa barely got a word in edgewise. She rattled off a litany of stuff she wants, took a great photo, and, at the end when Santa gave her a candy cane, announced, "I love candy canes. I get these when I pee and poop on the potty.* The first time I pooped in the potty, it was soooooooo great!" *Yes, I bribe her with candy to get her to use the damn toilet. I think Santa might have had a stroke, he was laughing so hard. The thing is, she flat-out lied to him! This kid acts like snakes will devour her butt if she poops in the potty! I don't embarrass easily, but I sort of melted into a hot puddle of shame. Giggling shame, but shame nonetheless. That's classic! Quote Link to post Share on other sites
ikol Posted December 20, 2007 Share Posted December 20, 2007 When I was a kid, the "ghost" of St. Nicholas used to throw candy in our house on his feast day. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Analogman Posted December 20, 2007 Share Posted December 20, 2007 When I was a kid, the "ghost" of St. Nicholas used to throw candy in our house on his feast day. That was Roger Clinton. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
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