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* From the Archive: 5 Year-old Veronique & The Cheesy Santa

Well, Boils & Ghouls, I just stumbled upon this little photographic gem, and thought it would be good for a guffaw. The moi you see was just a wee tot of five at the time of this underwhelming Kodak moment. Notice how my spindly little fingers, poised to morph into claws, are attempting to repel the perverted pseudo-elf's covert advances, just as my saucer-like eyes dialate in abject fear, and my lower lip curls to its lowest position before issuing forth with a pathetic gutteral yowl.

That year, my parents figured out how to keep my Xmess demands to a minimum, for I was apparently so grateful to escape this encounter with my life that I completely forgot to want anything...And the image also proves that I am really undead, for the sign above Santa's shoulder attests to the fact that the year was 1500. I've aged well, don't you think?

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THAT is soooooo sweet. You were a cute kid! It was a sign of the enhanced cuteness yet to come :)

Thank you for sharing and happy holidays!
JJ! So nice to hear from vous! Cute kid, eh? Tell that to my mother. Her mantra, whenever I was up to any mischeif, was: "Where did I go wrong- You USED to be so cute!"

(One wonders if her form of positive reinforcement was what eventurally drove me to not replicate? It's such a shame that I didn't perpetuate this somber race of petit zombettes...Hmmm, or is it?)
great picture. My mom has one of me with the same santa against the same peg board. I remember being over heated, stuffed tightly into several layers of clothing and coat, and being worried.

Santa isn't for babies!

happy holiday.
Very much a "Christmas: Serious Business" photo.
Haha! Kitchen brings up a good point about the lovely decor...This Santa was so low rent that he wasn't even in the North Pole! I think it was in South Central, and thieves had broken into his workshop, stolen all his tools, kidnapped the elves, sold them for crack, so all that was left was the bare pegboard where all the implements had once hung...Also, the robbers obviously made off with his boots as well. Note the black garbage bags billowing about his calves...All in all, I'd say I truly was fortunate to escape with my life.

Edited at 2008-12-24 09:33 pm (UTC)
Myself, I was wonder if this was some military base, instead of an in-town or department store Santa.
Right you are Monsieur Tim! My American father was in the US Air Force, and he met and married my mother when he was stationed near Paris. Then a few years later, there was moi, and eventually this lovely little Santa scene which I believe was enacted on some US Military installation in Japan.
This should be a postcard.