Ok, so, here's the story. I'm 6 years old, it's Christmas time and we're going down to our little local store to visit none other than Good Ole St. Nick himself. (Who in hindsight looked a lot like the store owner) I'm just a big ball of bright, bouncy, bubbly energy, excitedly exploding all over the place and I forever made such wonderous Christmas memories on that magical winters eve by becoming eternally known as "the girl who peed on Santa's knee".
Yes, that's right. little' Mz. weak bladder had delivered a Christmas surprise of her own. Now , as if that wasn't horrific enough, despite being told by my parents and peers that these type of things happen to kids and Santa is quite understanding of it all, I was quite thoroughly convinced that I was doomed. I just knew with all the sinking horror and dread that a 6 year old could have, that due to my unexpected "gift giving", I had now , officially made the infamous and dreaded "naughty list".
I lay awake at night in traumatized terror at the horrors I knew awaited me on Christmas morning. Would it be coal? Switches? Lima beans that I would be forced to eat? Or perhaps even a visit from Krampus himself, the ultimate of evil characters that parents use to terrorize their children into submissive obedience with during the caring, loving Holiday season.
And so, another in an endless list of reasons why I need serious therapy and a lead up to this Holiday question:
Did you ever think you were on the naughty list?

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