I didn't do Sant for years.
I never had Santa growing up so I found it weird to do the character. Santa was something in the other kids houses. I didn't miss Santa, he struck me as pretty stupid actually.
Growing up to be a professional children's entertainer, lots of people wanted me to perform as Santa.
A Jewish friend of mine talked me into doing Santa.
The first year I did Santa, Santa made enough extra money to get me a new car. Well half a car. I made an extra $4500 over Christmas. So now I do it every year. That's a lot of money.
I'm a great Santa because I've been performing for so long. I am intuitive and can read people. I know what to do when kids are afraid, how to pose pictures and mostly how to create a complete character. Once I put on the beard and belly, you can't break my focus.
How I made so much money that first year? I landed a Santa gig at a large hotel every weekend for the month of December. It was huge. I sat in a big chair under a hundred foot tree and took pictures.
The downside, most people didn't know about this magnificent event. So I had to walk around finding people to take pictures with.
I had done Santa maybe 3 times when I dropped a baby. yup. dropped. It wiggled out of my grip and clunked to the ground.
The baby was maybe 6 weeks old. Splat.
There were a bunch of kids with me and I had the tiny baby in the crook of my arm. All the kids leapt up at once when the picture was done and the baby slipped out...phhht.
I now keep a grip on babies. That's something that can only happen once. I'm like a professional football player, you can't get the baby out of my grip.
But once. Just once, I dropped a baby.
Luckily it was only a few inches and children are made of rubber. The baby hardly even cried.
But I felt bad. Pathetic really. With all my years of experience. I dropped the baby. The dad swooped him up and said, he's ok don't worry.
Santa had a very bad day.
I never had Santa growing up so I found it weird to do the character. Santa was something in the other kids houses. I didn't miss Santa, he struck me as pretty stupid actually.
Growing up to be a professional children's entertainer, lots of people wanted me to perform as Santa.
A Jewish friend of mine talked me into doing Santa.
The first year I did Santa, Santa made enough extra money to get me a new car. Well half a car. I made an extra $4500 over Christmas. So now I do it every year. That's a lot of money.
I'm a great Santa because I've been performing for so long. I am intuitive and can read people. I know what to do when kids are afraid, how to pose pictures and mostly how to create a complete character. Once I put on the beard and belly, you can't break my focus.
How I made so much money that first year? I landed a Santa gig at a large hotel every weekend for the month of December. It was huge. I sat in a big chair under a hundred foot tree and took pictures.
The downside, most people didn't know about this magnificent event. So I had to walk around finding people to take pictures with.
I had done Santa maybe 3 times when I dropped a baby. yup. dropped. It wiggled out of my grip and clunked to the ground.
The baby was maybe 6 weeks old. Splat.
There were a bunch of kids with me and I had the tiny baby in the crook of my arm. All the kids leapt up at once when the picture was done and the baby slipped out...phhht.
I now keep a grip on babies. That's something that can only happen once. I'm like a professional football player, you can't get the baby out of my grip.
But once. Just once, I dropped a baby.
Luckily it was only a few inches and children are made of rubber. The baby hardly even cried.
But I felt bad. Pathetic really. With all my years of experience. I dropped the baby. The dad swooped him up and said, he's ok don't worry.
Santa had a very bad day.
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