[An entirely true story for the season and poking a little fun at the new FCC rules]
On the way to this morning’s Snowflake run we spotted a Santa-elf-old man-sexy chick hybrid
then a bodyless, fro-wearing Santa
As soon as Benjamin realized they were fakes he went back to obsessing over his new Playmobile knight.
[Dear FCC: Playmobile did not pay me to say that. I bought my son a Playmobile because I grew up playing with Playmobiles and I love them].
Letting Benjamin bring the Playmobile was a bad call because the pieces fall off every two seconds.
When we walked into the registration room bursting with families, little kids and mascots – Benjamin still wouldn’t break his laser focus on the knight.
“See? See (Mr. Columbus Crew Cat)? This is my golden knight!”
[Dear FCC: The Crew did not pay me to post this photo. The Cat was in the right place at the right time. But, full disclosure, a long-time friend of mine - Steve Sirk - just wrote this cool book about The Crew.]
Then we spotted the one person Benjamin had been dying to meet…
Santa Claus.
Benjamin’s mouth dropped open and he stared up into the air at the towering man above him, with his big red suit and his stone white beard. It was the man he’d been talking and imagining up for months. Like he had been on the car ride over.
“Mommy?”
“Yeah, Benjamin?”
“I miss Santa.”
“But you haven’t met him yet.”
“Yeah. I have, mama, I know Santa. I do know him.”
A few pictures with Santa later, we heard orders from overhead: head to the starting line. [click to continue…]
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