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Saturday morning, I further scarred my oldest child. Ah yes I seem to have that talent that only mothers have when it comes to emotionally damaging my child. How did I do it this time? By taking him to see Santa again of course.

At least he didn't scream this time. Oh and Lilli? She was THRILLED.

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Comments

I believe a familiar Christmas movie comes to mind with your terrifying Santa story. Have you seen the movie A Christmas Story?

Coner's face is priceless. Love it.

Ceece--Are you sure that's Santa? Could be Jerry Garcia! He's not dead, he's working at the mall!

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