I hadn’t planned on being in Lilian’s first photo with Santa. But as we got closer we noticed Santa was large. Like – way large. There was no lap room. Santa’s belly hung to the sidewalk. Sort of mid-sentence too late I said, “Can we take a photo with our child on your…near your…next to you?”
During the photo he kept saying with a thick Brooklyn accent and a smokers rasp, “Here – a truck – a truck” to Lilian while trying to hand her a small truck with chokable parts.
I think he thought she was a boy. Merry Christmas.
The end.
hilarious!