My parents used to take us to see Santa at Knobhill growing up, although I don’t remember it at all. I must have been far too young, or blocked it out of my memory. I tend to do that.

Knobhill is what I like to refer to as “Christmas puke”. As a kid (and teenager) I’d make gagging noises in the car every time I saw an over-the-top decorated house. This Knobhill Santa sits in his driveway (except on Wednesdays – that’s his bowling night!), a midst all of the Christmas Puke, and gives out candycanes to all of the girls and boys. He’s been doing this for over 15 years now, and this year alone has passed out over 8,000 candycanes! It’s his way of giving back to the community.

Mom & Dad babysat Jack while we went to our ugly sweater party, and surprised us by taking him to visit Knobhill Santa with his cousins. Apparently he neither loved nor hated it. I think he was much too tired to even care…it was way past his bedtime!

He tried to hand Jack a candycane, but they said he just looked at Santa, and then the candycane, and then Santa again with a look of, “what am I supposed to do with that?” Jack is funny about touching his food like that! (But it’s really because we taught him never to accept candy from strangers…)