Every year thousands of Children are placed unwillingly on the laps of men dressed this way to fulfill a desire no child has.
Here's the problem: A parent will say, "Santa Claus is at the mall. Do you want to go sit on his lap?"
The child nods his head about a million times on the way to see Santa, but the lap is there, and screams of agony ensue.
Why? Didn't the child want this?
No.
When a parent says, "Santa Claus is at the mall. Do you want to go sit on his lap?"
All the child hears is, "Santa Claus --mall -- - want?"
Maybe a mathematical equation will help to illustrate.
According to grown-ups the North Pole is full of toys, and Santa's basically King. So you're telling me that this old man with nothing better to do than give away free toys is sitting at the mall right now waiting to take orders?
What sane kid's gonna turn that down?
But then you get there and its not even close to what you expected. The guy smells like someone else's stinky laundry detergent. There's no flying deer anywhere and when you ask him about it, he gives you some lame excuse about them being back at the north pole because the elves wanted to play games with them.
If you had flying deer, would you leave them at home?
Who is this guy?
And why can't he stop laughing?
So as you begin questioning the legitimacy of the experience he tells you to sit on his lap.
Fat chance Dirt Bag!
So there.
I wasn't any more interested in sitting on an old man's lap than any other kid in America.
The only reason any of us ever waited in that dumb line was to make sure we got on the "Commercially Successful Toys" list so we wouldn't end up with that boring wooden crap the elves were always making in movies.
This was honestly supposed to be worth staying up all night for.
