Aunt Randy has a way of making up sayings that stick in our family. One of which is Merry *@#$ Christmas! Which is only brought out when all of the holiday stress has arrived and things are not very merry any more. We all experience it and she just has a way with words that makes us all laugh. We had a Merry *@&# Christmas experience this year with meeting Santa Clause. Santa Clause is a new experience for every little kid and some do better than others. As a small child I am told that I never met a stranger and the Santa experience for me, was a good one. This year Elijah and Kristina decided to take Jarah to met Santa. We made a big family trip out of it, combined with the annual trip to look at Christmas lights in Tallahassee. Daddy, Mama, Arminda and Justin came by grandma's in town to pick me up and they had Jarah. Elijah and Kristina had gone to shopping earlier and we were meeting them at the mall to do the whole Santa thing. While waiting in line we noticed a little girl just ahead of us that had down syndrome and the sweetest smile I think heavenly father ever created. If any of you know my daddy you will understand how sensitive he is where children are concerned, especially special children. He was holding Jarah and she was playing with her little hairbrush, putting it in his shirt pocket and taking it back out, over and over again. Well one time she dropped it and it slide across the floor to the feet of the special little girl. She looked at daddy and he reached down to pick it up, like anyone would and her father made the statement to her, "See there you should have picked that up. Santa doesn't come to mean little children". It flew all over daddy! He was so mad. The precious little girl had done nothing wrong and she was just watching daddy and Jarah play. Daddy turned around and relayed the story to the rest of us. He was made clear through! He looked at me and said, "I felt like telling him that Santa doesn't come to Daddy's who have broken jaws." Now I know that my daddy would never hurt a fly, unless it was over something as special to him as children are but that day I think if he had been alone he just may have taught that man what being mean really is! I love my daddy for many reasons and this is one of them. He loves children. He loves us completely and without bias. He has always spoiled us and made us each and every one feel special. Daddy kept his cool until we finally got our turn to see Santa. Jarah wanted nothing to do with him. The picture is pretty explanatory of her position. After we got over the trauma of Santa Claus we went to see the lights and finally made our way home. When asked how she felt about Santa Jarah eventually said, "He's a good boy." We really did have a good time and a great start to our Merry Christmas. Maybe we will have better luck with Santa next year.
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