Last night we were out at a family Christmas party hosted by an old friend of hubby’s from his MBA days and a group of good friends. This party is THE event of our very small holiday party season – fully catered with a pianist singing carols, full bar, dessert buffet, a characture artist, a fun photo booth and of course an appearance by the Jolly Old Elf himself – Santa!
This year, I am fairly convinced that Santa laid heavily into the rum and eggnog before he flew his sled on down to the party. Once he managed to stumble his way down to the Christmas Tree, he launched into a rum soaked soliloquy about how he got his magic and then moved on to some zingers like “I bet the ladies at the party would like a piece of this” – oh my.
Anyhoo, the kids didn’t seem to notice and were happy to stand by Bad Santa for pics and prezzies. This also saved me a trip to the mall for pics this weekend so for that i am happy. I guess we really know why Santa is so jolly all the time no?