The other day at the mall, I noticed a Santa busy at work texting his elves. This brought back memories of my own childhood relationship to Jolly Old Saint Nicholas. I was the kid who ran screaming from him out of the toy department while other children seemed to wait in line expectantly to make their requests. I never did warm up to him, but in my 20's I worked for a department store that had a festive Breakfast with Santa and was tasked with introducing him to all the little boys and girls. He seemed harmless enough, so I took a picture with him which I still have someplace.
It seems to me, although I have not made an exhaustive search, that a lot of the Christmas figures who deliver presents are old men, older elves, and at least one old woman, La Befana in southern Italy. Not the most child friendly characters in the long run.
Did you enjoy visiting Santa when you were a kid? Did you have special requests which were granted or not, probably depending on what your parents thought of your requests?
My first memory of wanting something was a horse. My parents got me a dog, either hoping that I would not notice the difference or hoping that would appease me and it started my lifelong interest in and love for animals.
It seems to me, although I have not made an exhaustive search, that a lot of the Christmas figures who deliver presents are old men, older elves, and at least one old woman, La Befana in southern Italy. Not the most child friendly characters in the long run.
Did you enjoy visiting Santa when you were a kid? Did you have special requests which were granted or not, probably depending on what your parents thought of your requests?
My first memory of wanting something was a horse. My parents got me a dog, either hoping that I would not notice the difference or hoping that would appease me and it started my lifelong interest in and love for animals.
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