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Christmas is a time for traumatizing your children.There is a home nearby with an elaborate Christmas lights display each year. Some nights, Santa is even standing out front passing out candy canes. I took my 2 boys, ages 7 and 2, this year on one of those lucky occasions where Santa was present. Santa approached the side of the car where the 7 yr old was seated so I rolled down his window (those back windows only go about 2/3 of the way down anyway) and Santa proceeded to nearly stick his head inside the car as he attempted to pass out the candy canes. The 2 yr old was scared beyond belief and began shrieking. Shrieking! Only Santa seemed to be undaunted. I was trying to tell Santa that it was ok, the little one didn't really need a candy cane. But Santa didn't pick up on my eagerness to roll the window up and settle my traumatized child. What did Santa do next? He REALLY wanted each of us to have a candy cane so he reached through my front passenger side window to hand them to me in the driver seat. I quickly took them and allowed the car to start rolling forward as a clue to Santa that, although we appreciated his generosity, we were now finished with him. I looked back at my poor child and began the process of reassuring him that he was fine, but it was really a pitiful sight to see.
There he was, strapped in tightly to that carseat, unable to move, and his little eyes the size of saucers. Sure it's a bit funny now, but not so much at the time.
And it wouldn't really be fair to traumatize one child without traumatizing the other, now would it? So the 7 yr old made out a lengthy, detailed Christmas list this year and my husband and I did our best to sort through it and purchase the gifts we thought were appropriate. After said shopping had already been completed, my son comes home from school one afternoon to tell me that Santa had visited his school and he got to sit on Santa's lap and tell him what he wanted for Christmas. It turns out he only asked Santa for two things. A Lego Wii remote and an electric sno cone maker. Yep, two things we didn't buy for him! But we had a good reason for choosing not to buy those specific items. I was so worried he would feel betrayed by Santa on Christmas morning. But I suppose all is well that ends well, because Christmas morning came and went and not one word has been said about anything that he didn't receive. What a great kid!