The answer is simple.
Two words: stranger danger.
Mom and Dad warned me (as all parents warn their children) to never trust strangers. They said I should never to go with anyone I didn't know and that I should certainly never accept candy from them. And these rules I understood, but I could never comprehend why on December 25th all these rules flew out the window.
Suddenly, I was expected not only to love a total stranger but to welcome him into my home with open arms because he was giving me gifts.
I remember being a five year old and thinking, "Are they crazy?"
I mean think about it. He's sees you when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake. That's just a little bit creepy. Sounded like a stalker to me.
So for me Santa Claus was a stranger. I thought to myself so what if he's recognizable by millions of people around the world. Charlie Sheen is recognizable and I definitely wouldn't allow him in my house. You can probably guess that I wasn't one of those children who happily took pictures with Santa at the mall. Nope, I was one of the kids who screamed and kicked and tried to bite Santa. You know the ones having a tantrum and embarrassing their parents. Yep, that was me.
And while my fear of Santa was irrational the most silliest part was I still wanted him to bring me presents - just come to front door first.
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