We were walking in downtown Auburn, CA this evening and in one of the stores was Santa having a chat with one of the store owners. This is just the kind of thing you find in small town America. I love it.

So Santa see’s the Farty pants twins and comes briskly walking out to say hi.  He is in his complete Santa outfit with natural flowing white beard. I fine specimen of a Santa if I have ever seen one. Not your drunk mall Santa but a true authentic looking Santa. And he was jolly. Just a little to jolly. The girls were freaked out. They started crying and backing into their mother and me as if they were trying to become one with us. They could not back away fast enough.

I abandon one daughter to go stand next to Santa to show them he is a jolly ol’ fellow and a nice guy to boot. The girls aren’t buying it for one second. They continue to freak. I pat Santa on the back and that doesn’t do it either.

At this point Santa has lost patience with the girls and wants to go back inside and talk to the store owner again.  As he leaves he tells us that maybe they will be old enough next year to enjoy Santa.

As he leaves I ask him where the candy canes are. He asks if I have been naughty or nice. I say nice and he says “Really?” and walks off.

Damn, he knows I killed that deer doesn’t he.

[tags] Santa, small town America, Christmas, deer killing, Farty pants twins [/tags]