We all think this is entertaining, but let's be real here. Would you want to sit on a strange old man's lap who was trying to lure you in with candy and promises of shiny, new gifts? I wouldn't. Seems kind of creepy, if you ask me.
But Santa came to our ward Christmas party and G wasn't having any part of it. Poor baby was traumatized. The saddest part was right at first he wasn't crying, but trying to get away. He had this terrified look on his face, and was looking at Matt as if to say, "Please help me, Dad!" When Matt didn't do anything, G started crying. Poor little guy. He was upset for like a half an hour.
We also decorated our Christmas tree and made a gingerbread house!
Hey, this is pretty tasty!
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