– Time For A Tiara: Column by Ginna Young – - He sees when you’re sleeping?!

– Time For A Tiara: Column by Ginna Young –

It’s always been a little weird to me, that phrase in Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town, about how “he sees when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake.” OK and how is that possible, unless Santa was right there in your bedroom with you?

Creepy! Anyway, this week, we got some good news on Cornell’s Main Street, that Dylan’s Dairy is going to be open for the winter! Normally, Linda bolts somewhere warm for the slower season, but I guess enough of us whined, that she decided to stay and make delicious food for us.

Along with that decision, came Christmas decorating of the café/cheese house that never happens, because of said exodus to a warmer climate. While Linda was happily decking the halls, my scheming co-workers were up to no good.

The Monday of last week, I noticed a 4-foot Santa statue inside Dylan’s, facing the diners. I chuckled and went about my business...until Tuesday, when the Santa had turned around and was now watching out the window, right over at the Courier office.

Now, I was a bit creeped out, but you know, yay, Christmas! (sarcasm) The next day (Wednesday), Santa had migrated to the outside of Dylan’s and was very intent on watching us – or rather, me – at the Courier. I could feel his eyes following me wherever I went.

This is where I made the mistake of telling my dear, darling co-workers, who mean the world to me, that I was terrified Santa would just keep coming closer and eventually, “get me.” Maybe he’d be in my backseat, as I left the office in the dark, maybe I’d open my eyes in bed that night, and there he’d be, ready to drain my blood to make the reindeer fly!

I tend to be a bit dramatic and have a very vivid imagination, in case you didn’t notice, and it doesn’t help that I watch a ton of weird/scary science fiction shows.

So, that afternoon rolled around, and I had to leave to run some errands. When I got back, I innocently walked up the ramp at work and there he was. Santa. Waiting for me on the porch!

I don’t think I squealed, but I know my look at that moment could have killed and I stomped into the office, where one co-worker, who, at first, proclaimed her innocence in the plot, but later admitted it was her idea, was trying to video my reaction, but didn’t do so well, since she was laughing hysterically.

After I’d ranted and raved, aforementioned co-worker tried to pin the whole thing on the other co-worker, who had to leave unexpectedly before I returned and wasn’t there to defend herself. Apparently, the two cooked up the idea to call over to Dylan’s and ask Linda to borrow Santa.

Linda, having a terrific sense of humor and being used to our shenanigans, happily agreed and the plot was formed. Yes, haha. Good one. I’m splitting my sides.

I thought perhaps the indignities of the day were done, but no, turns out, since the one coworker was gone, it was up to ME to return Santa across the street. Seriously? Great, I thought, now he’ll have my scent and be able to track me home.

As I headed out the door, my co-worker imparted a bit of wisdom. “Be careful how you carry him, if he jiggles too much, his head pops off.”

Could this be any more humiliating? The answer to that is yes, as my co-worker took a photo of me carrying Santa back over to Dylan’s, accusing me of hugging him by the way I was carrying him. Excuse me, trying not have the head pop off! Not only that, but Linda said Santa felt “violated” by the whole experience.

HE felt violated?! I’m kind of scared to leave the office now, for fear I’ll find Santa back over here, waiting for me in the kitchen or stationed in the bathroom. Regardless, now he knows my scent, so if I randomly go missing, you may want to question Old Saint Nick about my whereabouts.

And this, people, is why I prefer Halloween.