Ho Ho Ho?

Last night was the annual Santa drive by on the fire truck in our neighborhood. I swear, Jacob has bionic hearing because he heard those sirens way off in the distant and knew instantly what it was. We got geared up in our warm clothes to go out and wait; it was cold out, not northern cold, but it was still pretty cold. I didnt' take into account all the new homes that have gone up behind us since last Christmas so we waited and waited...an hour passed, we were still waiting. Jacob is outside about to burst in anticipation and all he can talk about is how Santa is going to throw him a sucker just like last year. He can't sit still thinking about it, he is dreaming of that sucker, it's going to be blue and tasty and can he eat it as soon as he gets it? Never mind that we still have a bag full of Halloween candy in the pantry. Finally, after 2 hours here comes the fire truck...Jacob is excited, I was excited just seeing him excited, Santa drives by doesn't even wave at my kid who is jumping up and down like a maniac, doesn't throw any candy either BUT he made sure to throw a big pile about 4 houses up to a couple girls, so off scampers my sweet boy, after that sucker he is been all about since he first heard that blasted fire truck and guess what? No candy, the other kids had taken off with it all and I am left with a completely limp legged, screaming and crying little boy. I had to drag him into the house, screaming the whole way, so many tears, he could have awakened the dead with the fit he threw. I felt horrible for him, he is 4 years old and he was disappointed by "Santa". He cried for over an hour, finally when he was ready to talk he told me he wasn't upset about not getting the sucker, he knew he had suckers in the house, he was just upset because he didnt' think Santa liked him because he didnt throw him any candy, only the girls up the street. Damn you fake fireman Santa, if you are going to throw the damn candy, throw it to everyone!!!THis is the stuff bad Christmas memories are made of, my kid will probably be on a therapist couch twenty years from now with self esteem issues over this. So now I will probably have to haul my pitiful boy back up to that crowded mall so our good and faithful mall Santa can reassure him that he loves him and he is a good boy......note to self, next weekend before Christmas we are going out of town to avoid this whole fiasco. Bah Humbug!