Little Boy was so excited to go see Santa. We encountered our neighbor while leaving the house, and he announced proudly:
“I’m going to see Santa!” The neighbor indulged him by exuding excitement and envy. Because he was pretty darn excited.
But oh. Mom FAIL by choosing a Santa who appeared at the Winslow Homer house in our local environs. I can’t decide if he was senile or a founding member of Belmont’s own John Birch society.
Little Boy returned home very cool about Santa. I think he decided Santa’s a jerk.
