When I was 3 years old I was absolutely terrified of Santa Claus. So terrified, in fact, that I actually made my father “call” the North Pole and tell Santa not to come. He could leave the presents at the neighbours’ house (hey, I was not a stupid kid), but coming into the house while we were sleeping was not something I thought would be a great idea.
I am now 38 years old and I thought that my fear of Santa was long gone. Boy, was I wrong! I was just out running some errands and there, standing on the corner of Granville and Robson was the scariest looking Santa Claus I have ever seen, yelling obscenities at all who passed by.