My husband’s club offer a great children’s party around the holidays. We only started taking the kids last year because my daughter has always been deathly afraid of Santa, since the first time she met him at 10 months old.
She suffers from Santaphobia…An abnormal, persistent fear of Father Christmas. I didn’t make that up! Actually there is no scientific name for her broader condition, fear of adults in costumes.
But back to Santa, I mean she’s probably got a better head on her shoulders than the rest of us, because why wouldn’t you be afraid of a big man with a crazy red get up like that?
As she got older, the fear intensified. We could barely be out and about around the holidays because just the sight of the Santa in the mall would practically give her an anxiety attack.
But this year, my big kindergartener was begging to see him. She said she no longer was afraid and couldn’t wait to tell him about everything she wants.
So at the party, I took it as a good sign when she saw Elmo and didn’t flip out.
The little one, though she loves Elmo, didn’t want to go near him. She preferred to almost disrobe as she proudly portrayed her Elmo undershirt.
But where was Santa, my daughter was nagging.
First we had to endure a cheesy magic show. Have you ever noticed how completely weird these magicians are? My husband reminded me that the magic was there to entertain the children, not me, but even my son appeared very nonchalant about the show when he was called up to participate.
Finally, that show ended and Santa was next. We raced to the other room to be some of the first on-line. After waiting an eternity, we were up, except something was wrong. My hand was being gripped like a vice and my daughter would. not. move. I looked down and tears were streaming down those little red cheeks. Now both girls were refusing to go, so my little guy was the man and our only family member brave enough to visit with Santa.
While I held my crying girls, my husband snatched the camera from me to capture my little man on Santa. Here’s a guy who can fix anything, build anything…..but to take a unblurry picture, well that’s an insurmountable task!!!
The girls decided they wanted to hang with Mrs. Claus, and dragged me up there too, and thus another blurry masterpiece was snapped.
When this event was done I felt like I had run a marathon, and it was only 2 o’clock!
Anyone else have a Santaphobic kiddo?