Sunday, December 31, 2006
Santa

Visiting Santa each year is a lesson in terror. Firstly the terror of parking, then dealing with the terror of Santa (although there is only one youngster left that is terrified) and added to that is the terror of the shopping centre. Fortunately this year the shopping centre was quite easy to deal with, we got a parking in our favourite spot and the crowds weren't too bad, even though we went three days before Christmas day! Sant was OK too. When the kids were little babies, they seemed oblivious to Santa and it all went fine. Now the two oldest ones have worked out that Santa equals presents and they know the drill. It is the itermediate age that is the problem.
My eldest daughter wouldn't go near Santa for her second Christmas photo. I had to put her in the pram, stand in front of the display, and while she was distracted by the photographer I vanished and Santa came up behind. Click, photo.
For my second daughter, Santa had to vanish while I sat with her and my eldest. I distracted her with christmas baubles while Santa snuck up and sat beside the girls. Click, photo.
This time around, no tricks would work. I tried everything I could think of, as did the photographer, but she still screamed in terror the whole time. In the end we just had to take what we could get. The beauty of digital photography is that you can take dozens of photos and choose the one where she was the least terror stricken.
Don't you just love Christmas?
if (santa==presents)
{
self.shit();
}//end if
else
{
self.shit(verbosly);
}//end else
Man sometimes I take a step back, look at myself and if I wasnt the linux loving computer crazy madman I was looking back at myself. I woulda beaten myself to a pulp.
Where was I (its amazing the greatest lesson learned from you in elec and comp is how to get off topic with really stupid/ pointless, remarks/ stories/ videos/ songs /crap) oh yer xmas without terrified mini-daves. I spent the majority of my holidays avoiding anything to do with SIBT as you do, chores, or anything that required physical effort at all. Spent most of it on the beach with my better half. Until right near the end I got booted up the cracker by Mr. Zhang. omg you shoulda seen this cat.
Mr. Zhang: 61 years old, 2 time China Tumbling Champion, Head of the Shanghai institute of Trampalining and Sports Acrobatics.
He couldnt talk english at all. The only word I can remeber him pronouncing properly was beer. He was well impressive though at 61 could still do somersaults, handstands you name it. He held a one arm handstand on the beach sand for like 30 seconds. Thats just not natural. Anyway that was my Christmas.
Peace
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