That poor little Santa. Do you see his scrawny little legs getting squished? We went there with my sister and bro-in-law and kids. After we had our photo taken we went to Macy's where they had a station for you to mail your letters to Santa. Even us adults filled them out, but I got a lot of flack because I put my return address on it. While they may have just been casually writing a letter to Santa for fun, I had a bone to pick with him and welcome a rebuttal back in the mail. On our last meeting, I asked Santa for a life size Barbie so we could share clothes (they were all the rage when I was a kid). His reply was, "I don't think they make them as big as you." Granted, I was 13, but that's no way to tell a growing girl she's not getting what she wants for Christmas. And who knows, maybe the elves have a little something going on that could meet my current life size Barbie needs.
i wonder if there was a way we could build one... o_o
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