Dear Mom and Dad,I've heard from other kids that I'm not supposed to talk to strangers, let alone get close enough to them for them to hold me. Yet, you placed me on this man's lap at Bass Pro to get a free picture of me with this guy called Santa Claus, whom I don't really know. I witnessed several other children around my age crying once they got their turn at being tortured, and I am confused as to why you continued to stand in line for my time. I thought you loved me. I thought you cared. I thought you took the parental oath to try to protect me from harm and heartache. I did not fall for your nervous smiles as you tried to get me to calm down. Did you not see me take the pacifier out of my mouth and throw it down with all the sixteen-month-old strength I could muster? Still, you left me there with him. I refused to smile for this photo, despite the promise of a mini candy cane. I did not get a chance, amidst my screaming, to tell ole' Saint Nick what I would like for Christmas, so please get word to him of what I want: no more strangers holding me while my parents stand there like idiots, not recognizing my obvious signs of distress. If the man in red would deliver that to me, I will have the merriest Christmas ever.
Your son,
Cael
P.S. The beard was fake.
4 comments:
Poor guy! That is too funny.
Poor guy! That right there is worth a big TOY and not a candy cane!
Aww! Poor little guy. Come see Auntie Sarah, I will make it all better.
Isn't it funny (and not exactly in the "ha ha" way) what we will do to our children just to get a picture?! Just think, it may have been stressful now, but it will be a favorite story in the future.
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