|This was Samuel last year, with Santa...|
No longer in the stroller, three year-old Samuel strutted along the Mall as a man on a mission. Yeah, right. A dog on a mission. The stroller was replaced with a child harness complete with a retractable leash. Freedom, but with a strong yank when Samuel tested the limits.
Who was on the other end? The Mother with Nana by her side, of course.
Samuel slowed his strut as he caught the eye of another dismal boy on a leash. I feel your pain, Kid. They nodded and continued on.
There was so much Samuel could have done here with free rein. Oh, the ornaments at eye level, smash! The strings of gold garland, wheeee! The masses of poinsettias, mounded higher and higher, down ye go, you colored hussies! But, no. A child on a leash can go only so far under the eye of Nana and The Mother, her pupil.
Santa’s Throne appeared before Samuel, showing Santa was the same old Santa from last year. He knew too much last year. What in the name that all is holy hell can he know now?
Climbing onto the Big Man’s velvet lap, Samuel gave out a great sigh. So, what is it to be this time, Old Man?
“HO! HO! HO!” Santa bellowed with a great smile. “Well, Samuel. Now that we got that out of the way, let us have a little talk, shall we?” His eyes, how they twinkled. His eyes discerned too much, and Samuel cringed inside.