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| 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?
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| This appeared as Samuel approached |
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.
