“I’m not sitting on some stranger’s lap,” announced my daughter. She is 5.
We were on our way to see Santa at our local shopping centre because I we have a new baby this year and thought it’d be cute to get a Christmas photo of all the kids together.
But my daughter just wasn’t having a bar of it and my son, who is 7, soon joined in. “Yeah, me neither. Do we have to go and see Santa? I don’t want to.”
Major mutiny from the back seat of the car.
As we drove into the carpark, I found myself a bit startled by all this. I was about to launch into an automatic defence: “Yes, of course we do you guys! Santa is awesome! You love Santa!”I stopped. I do this whenever I want to convince them (and myself) of something. I just say it like it’s true in the hope they will believe me.
This time though, instead of automatically reassuring them that visiting Santa was going to be such a fun and jolly experience — ho-ho-ho etc — I suddenly realised they were right. The idea of taking your kids to sit on a strange old man’s lap is actually pretty creepy. Really creepy, in fact.
This kid knows.
I’m not casting aspersions on all the old men who work seasonally as Santa in shopping centres all over the world. They are probably lovely. I am going to assume that there are screening processes in place and working-with-children checks and all those kinds of filters to make sure that nobody with any kind of dodgy history can get himself into that kind of hands-on position with vulnerable kids.