This past weekend, we took M&E to see Santa.
In an effort to avoid the chaos that is the mall this time of year, we opted for a different approach, and went to see the big guy in his sweet little cottage, downtown.
Max was pumped about getting to meet St. Nick, and thrilled at the opportunity to talk to him. Ella seemed to be too… Every time we asked her if she wanted to see Santa, she replied with a “ho ho ho”, and then burst into giggles. I was weary though, I just had a feeling that when it came time to sit on his lap, a meltdown would almost definitely occur.
Call it mother’s intuition, but I was right on…
This Santa was a little quirky, but he really took his time talking to each child, and I was totally entertained while Max listed off the 100 things that he wanted for Christmas, told him how old his sister was, and then announced to him what we had bought for his daddy for presents the day before… right in front of Mike.
The second it was Ella’s turn to climb into his lap, she wanted NOTHING to do with him… these photos are the proof. She couldn’t get out of there fast enough.