Marketplace Mall. "Bad Santa" is the best way to describe him.
I'm pretty bummed about it, too.. because we usually like to take Evie a few
times but today was our one and only trip to see this guy.
So I'll start off with the major coffee stains in his mustache/beard. Then
move onto his way thick southern draw.. (I think last year's had that, too) I
usually don't imagine Santa speaking like a hillbilly.. but for some reason
our mall seems to find them. Then, Evie shifted on his knee a tiny bit
because her dress was caught and he said in a gruff hillbilly voice, "Don't do
that! You're likely to fall off!" She was startled, to say the least.
Evan was terrified of him..
And Evie was telling him what she wanted for Christmas, she was being
specific, "Peekaboo Petites dolls", he said, "a dolly, okay, got it, I'll see
what I can do" He obviously wasn't listening at all.
Am I being a pest wanting the Santa from Miricle on 34th Street who actually
adores children and seems classy and refined? UUUGH!
The pictures say a thousand words.. neither child is happy to be around this unfriendly dude... although Santa looks happy, he's not.. he's crabby and putting on an act for the pics... he instantly stopped smiling and ushered my kids off the moment we were finished.
We need to find a good Santa before Christmas is here!!!!!
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