Scary Santa

The weekend after Thanksgiving, as family tradition dictates, we went hunting for our Christmas tree. When we arrived at the tree farm Christmas carols were playing, people were drinking hot cider, and in the distance I could see a Santa Claus happily greeting tree hunters. I figured this would be a great time to introduce Annika to Santa Claus. As I started to hand Annika over, I realized that this may not have been the best first Santa experience. This Santa was scary! He was friendly enough, but he had a scraggly beard, crooked, yellow teeth, and really bad breath. Annika was apprehensive at first, but after she really checked him out (and got a whiff of that breath) she was sure that she DID NOT like Santa Claus. I really can't blame her. I was a little afraid of him myself.