Sunday is not so black after all...

Hi to all of you in Blog land... Well, to say it's all messed up is to say the least. First off, I forgot to get a count for today's Santa's Wonderland. If I had to guess, it would be 400. We also had 2 little new puppies (they even had puppy breath), a Great Dane, a older Black Lab, the blackest Pug I have ever seen, and a Corgi.

Ok back to the weird day... I did something I have not done in a long time - I over slept, forgot to pre-order my cab (the cab was late), and I almost forgot to bring my Santa Belt. Oh, and did I tell you it was sleeting outside and I almost landed on my backside? All of that was before I even got in the Cab, who as I said was late and did not know how to find the BPS or the Harrisburg Mall, so I had to give him directions (and I still had to pay?). I did get to work on time (Santa was starting to worry). However, once there I could not use my changing room (2 females were inputting rain checks), so I changed in the printer room. But Santa made the best of the day.

I would like to go back and comment on yesterday if I may; I see nobody objecting, so here I go. On Saturday after I did what I said on yesterday's Blog, I had the following things happen...a kid kicked me on purpose and it just happen to bleed. (Now just for a second, think how hard I had to have been kicked. The Santa pants are very Thick!) I also had a lady (I use that term because I am Santa and a gentleman) from the dark side of Black Saturday.

The lady (see above) started to manhandle her kids, slamming them into me, my chair, her other kids...plus, she was just yanking on them, "You here, no you there." and a couple of them were teenagers. I just looked at her and said, "You want me in the picture, or should I leave?" She made a rude remark and I said, "No, really, I'll leave and you can have your picture." (and I was not joking). Her kids enjoyed my remarks! She just kept posing her kids (the old spit on the fingers trick). So I started to get up, and she said, "Fine, take the picture." We did and she stormed off. (Again, somehow it was my fault.)

I thought Santa cooked his goose. But no, I lived to HO HO another day. The pictures are as follow's - Me, and the store on Black Saturday.

Thanks,

Santa Joe