As you might know, my dad is Jingles the Clown, The Nutty Professor and also, when the season requires, Santa. Last year, Ava found Santa amusing with an interesting white fluffy beard. This year, she clung to me like I was about to throw her to the lions.
"Something doesn't feel right."
"What the heck?!"
"Sorry, Nan. I ain't buyin' it."
"Me and Willie are just fine right here."
"Santa, if you hurt my daddy..."
"Okay, I'm done."
"Is he really leaving?"
"Thank God that's over."