Thorwback Thursday - Santa

Your never to old for Santa (Age about 21)

Mr Half Triing as Adult: [narrating] Strange. Even something as momentous as the Scut Farkus affair, which it came to be known, was pushed out of my mind as I struggled to come up with a way out of the impenetrable Rocket Science Rocket Bag web, in which Bonnie had me trapped.
Half Triing: Santa. Yeah, I'll ask Santa.
Mr Half Triing as Adult: [narrating] Of course. Santa. The big man. The head honcho. The connection. Ha, Bonnie had slipped up this time.

Santa Claus: Come on up on Santa's lap, here's a wet one. And what's your name little boy? And what do you want for Christmas, Billy? A toy truck? Get him off my lap and get my a towel.
[Mr Half Triingis pushed down the slide]
Santa Claus: Oh, I hate the smell of tapioca.

The picture is of me at about age 21. How says you get to old to sit on Santa's lap.  Sorry Santa about the tapioca!