Last week at community meal, J was telling us how her dad had a great Santa suit and would come visit as Santa every Christmas.
“You know that song, I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus?” she asked. “That happened to me!”
“That must have been disturbing!” R said.
“No, it was okay because it was my dad!” J said.
“But you didn’t know it was your dad!”
“No, but it’s okay!” J said. “Anyone can kiss Santa. It’s like kissing Jesus.”
“It’s like kissing David Bowie!” I said. We were all laughing. It was a good meal.