I'm still getting used to all these things you "have" to do as a baby. The latest was when Mom took me to the mall and handed me off to a rather large, bearded man wearing a red suit. Apparently, I'm supposed to talk to this dude about stuff I want and then get a picture taken. No easy feat as I'm also trying to hold my breath to avoid the stench of stale pizza and bourbon.
Now if this was something parents tried on a random day in July, I'm guessing the DCFS might get involved, but when it comes to Christmas, I guess anything goes.
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