And what do you want for Christmas?
Perhaps no holiday can be complete without bringing out the Predator and Alien kids. (See other appearances here and here)
I used to take the kids to Macy's at the beginning of Christmas vacation so they could sit next to a frustrated actor guy with a beard and tell him that he was not really Santa. The activity itself is free and if you go early on a weekday, the line is fairly short...
...and riding up the escalator in the store always gave me a few moments to consider how remarkably grateful I am that the rise of online shopping has made it largely unnecessary for me to drag two rowdy and impolite boys through a department store in order to actually purchase anything. I cannot imagine how much more fun life would be if I had to take them along to buy one of them a pair of pants... or, more inconceivably, to buy a pair of pants for myself.
We have not been to Macy's in a a few years. The kids are no longer much interested in the man in a red suit, and those Santa guys already suffer too much abuse without our help.
(They look cute and cooperative in this photo, but they just finished telling Mr. Claus that he is an imposter. )
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