"Up on the housetop
reindeer pause,
Out jumps good old Santa Claus..."
We hired a Santa for the kids at the playschool. It was harder than I thought it would be to convince a sensible grown man that he wanted to jump into a red felt suit trimmed with faux fur and have little monsters mob him for a gift and a broken candy cane. Who knew? Oh I know, I should have said something about the joy on their little faces, the shouts of excitement at the sound of his jingle bells and the shrieks of delight induced by the rush of the sugar post broken candy cane. In the end, it was just easier to hire one out.
And it was fabulous and fun and the kids really did smile and shriek and go nuts over the sight of him and I loved every minute of seeing them with someone who, in the minds of preschoolers, is the reason for the season. They may say you can't put a price on happiness but Santa was worth every penny.
"...Down thru' the chimney with good Saint Nick."
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