Consume, don’t rest.
All while being generous and loving. But spend first.
The first time I was old enough to ask Santa for something I asked him for a bottle of ketchup. My mom has yet to let me live that down.
That’s good mall-santa-ing.
Very much so! Makes me wanna take a nap too!
Okay, I don’t care what anyone says, but that’s precious as fuck right there.
Went to a light maze thingy last year with my kids, and there was a long line to see Santa. By the time we got to him my then 4 yr old asked for some chips to eat. Lucky for him they were handing out bags of little cookies with a winter hat. Made us laugh and my wife was like, “how did he know?”