Not a fan of Santa Claus

Clara spent most of the evening demanding that I play a game called Christmas, in which I would be Santa Claus and she would be a kid.

Unfortunately, I was eating dinner at the time so the game never happened, but she had elaborate plans that included such things as, “You go upstairs, Daddy. There’s a lot of room for Santa upstairs” and “You have to say, ‘Ho! Ho! Ho!’ a lot!”

I’m sure I’ll get another chance to play soon. But I ask you:

Does this look like a girl who likes Santa Claus?