Santa Is Trying To Kill My Child!

Santa Is Trying To Kill My Child....

....Or at least that's what she's convinced is happening.  Our daughter Samantha really isn't afraid of much - to her detriment really.  She seems to have no fear of heights, sharp objects, falling - pretty much anything that can hurt her - but she seems convinced that every time we try to hand her to that old dude in the red suit it's a struggle for her very survival.

Her initial defense at just a few months of age was to play dead.  After explaining to her that this worked with bears but not Santa's, she moved on to more positive defensive techniques.  

Her next effort was to attempt to stare down her attacker.  She discovered quickly that mom and dad simply watched and actually seemed to enjoy her impending doom so she abandoned that approach.  (I've told her to keep this one in the bag of tricks for Water Buffalo, dogs, and Cobras.)

The next time her parents tried to hand her to the Red Death, she went completely the other way and refused to make eye contact - or even look at really - her would be assailant.  She also clung to mom for dear life, and it worked! (She's stronger than she looks.)

We tried to convince her that Santa was a jolly old man who brings Christmas cheer (and presents) every year and not a raving homicidal maniac with odd fashion sense by dressing daddy up in a suit.  This, sadly, did not have the desired effect.    

We'll see what this years batch of Santa's has to offer and what fun new ways of defending herself Samantha has come up with.  She's gotten fairly proficient with a light saber, but she rarely has it on her when it would come in handy.