santa

well, eleven thirty-ish, and santa's not yet arrived. think i might give up waiting and go to sleep. ah well, maybe i'll catch him next year. before i go, one quick gripe at the world; female santa suits! are they not just there to screw up little kids?

which is worse; "i saw daddy kissing old man santa clause" or "i saw daddy kissing mrs. c, maybe i won't get any presents".

either way; tears, i can assure you.