Scared of Santa

Scared of Santa

As a child, I loved the holidays. It was always full of wonder and fun. Christmas growing up was in Denver Colorado. Which meant a white Christmas with snow. I remember when I had my first Christmas in Los Angeles. It was a surreal experience. It didn't feel like the Christmas' that I was accustomed to. I missed the smell of Christmas. The smell of fresh snow. It's a distinctive smell that wraps you up in the holidays.

Regardless, no matter where I celebrated Christmas. One thing ran true, my fear of Santa. It was a love/hate relationship. I loved that he brought me presents. I hated that he had to break into my house to do so. I was a weird child, I don't know why I was so scared of him. Maybe because he was a stranger.  That's the reason I couldn't sleep on Christmas Eve. Not just because of the presents. But also because Santa, the jolly terrifying man, was coming. I  didn't want any conversations or Christmas adventures. Just leave the presents and go, Santa.

My latest video shares my fear of Santa in hilarious detail. Make sure to check it out below:

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!