It’s been a long time since I last sat on Santa’s lap. When I was a widdle one my mother used to take me to a downtown department store, where I’d wait in line, and then go through the usual ritual. I’ve no idea what I might have asked for, and I may even have realized that this wasn’t the real Santa.
Then last Friday, Santa came to Avenidas. They had a couch set aside for him, and we were told we could either sit on his lap or next to him on the couch while a picture was taken. I wasn’t planning to volunteer, but one of the staff “coerced” me into it. That turned into a bit of a project. I was wheeled over to Mr. Claus where I stood up, and that’s when the fun began. Turning me around without something to hang onto something is one of the neater tricks of the week. So I was gripping the wheelchair, which really didn’t help. “I’ve got you,” said Santa, and I leaned back. I have no idea what I was sitting on -- his knee, the arm of the couch, one of his elves -- but this photo was taken. I’ve had worse. I was even given a gift. When I say I’ve had worse photos, try this one!
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