Apollo High School

Double doors swing wide, a cold breeze bites chills into the back of heels of the feet of a hope-filled child. A happy little saunter greets his giddy as his paced walk turns into an all out sprint. Weaving in and out of clothing racks, completely unaware shoppers who have to buy gift ideas. Running past Sears, K.B. Toys, Spencer's, Hallmark, past all the stores, past everything, so he can arrive at his desired location, Santa Claus. But as the child nears the line to see his hero he finds himself in a panic, for he has already past the end of the line to see Santa. The end was at the start of the double doors.

While I waited in this line, I observed the children: some were excited, others were scared, and some didn't even know what was going on. Lets face it, childern under the age of two aren't going to have anything to say other than "goo". Then there are the other type of Santa goers that seem to annoy pretty much everyone.

The different kind of children that go to see Santa fascinate me. There are all differnet kinds of little kids. You have your screamers, which are the ones who are always the most excited to see him. You have your loud, silent types, which while waiting in line start telling complete strangers what they're going to tell Santa to bring for them for Christmas this year, but once they're on his lap they can't even manage to ever utter a single word. Then you have the ones that are my absolute personal favorites, lovingly named the "wait a good three hours to see Santa and then when they're next in line to see him, decide they don't really want to waste their time siitng on his lap." You can tell their parents really hate their kids after pulling a stunt like that, but still year after year they're in the line to see Santa and year after year they never do. Then you have your basic why even bother telling Santa what you want because you're non-believer. But this got me wandering, what kind of waiter to see Santa person am I? And I would have to be, "please don't sit on Santa you'll hurt him". But this never stopped me before, you can see his eyes bug out everytime he sees me coming, and little sweet runs down his forehead, the sound of his nervous, "hoo hoo hoo".