Your kid is crying lady. Get him out from under my feet.

I cracked up when I ran across this site today. It reminds me of many Santa Claus experiences I had at the malls in and around Philly growing up.

One year, my Mom took me all the way out to the Exton Mall to see Santa. It was always a big treat to go all the way out there. They had a particularly good ice cream store and these really cool water fountains. I had very high expectations.

Unfortunately, their Santa smelled like poop and was mean.

Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure that was the last time I wanted to actually see Santa. I figured if the guy was gonna smell that bad and be nasty, I’d rather he drop the toys off while I was asleep. It also occurred to me that this may just be the real reason he visited our homes at night.

Anyway, it’s great that these guys created a site to share these precious moments, like mine, in photographs for everyone. Brilliant.