The other day I was at the mall with my Mom and the boys. We decided to make a pit stop in the "Family Restroom" to powder our noses. As we walked down the tiled hallway towards the restroom, the bathroom door opened and low and behold, Santa Clause walked out. I blurted out as loud as I could "SANTA! IT'S SANTA!!!!" I was genuinely excited. I wasn't excited because I had my kids with me and it was an enchanting moment to see Santa walk out of the can. No, I was unexpectedly stoked to see the dude. Every single person in the hallway (including Santa) jumped and looked at me like I had just yelled "terrorist" at the top of my lungs.
Yeah...that seals the deal, I am so cool. I totally felt like Will Ferrell in the movie Elf.
It was as if a Christmas bug bit my ass or something.