Personal Christmas Anecdotes

That shtick was a simple gig, lots of ho-ho-hoing and reindeer bell ringing while Santa was burdened under a huge bag of rolled-up newspaper and sporting a flashlight covered in red foil, simulating Rudolph’s nose, all performed at a safe distance where costume malfunctions were undetectable to young minds filled with thoughts of sugar plums, and video games. All went well for the 5-minute duration of that performance and Santa could see the kidlets’ faces gleefully-plastered against a kitchen window as he went through his backyard routine. As he headed off to his 4-wheeled, Honda-motorized sleigh, the mom opened the door and motioned to him. She advised Santa that she had no clue as to who he was but thanked him profusely, anyway. Santa had gone to the wrong house.

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Personal Christmas Anecdotes