These are letters to Jack, my son, and my daughter, Audrey. You have given me the gift of motherhood. This is just a little gift back. I want to share my experiences with you of your childhood from my perspective of watching you grow - of being your Mom.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Here Comes Santa Claus


We took you to meet Santa Claus at the mall. This is our yearly tradition in spite of the expense, and it's pretty expensive! That makes it the third time that you've met Santa. The first time, you sat there looking completely lost and confused.The second time, you thought you were going to die.This time, I thought your reaction would be the same as last year and it almost was. We stood in line and waited with the other parents and you were very anxious. You wanted a candy cane SOOOO BAD, but you didn't know if Santa was trustworthy or not. By the time it was your turn, you were terrified. You approached, grabbed the candy cane and then scurried back to a safe distance, made your exit and took off running.

We kind of decided it wasn't going to happen so your Daddy and I discussed how we would rent some movies about Christmas and read stories and talk about Santa and try again next week.

While you were eating your candy cane, we cruised the mall and picked up a few gifts and played at the mall playground.After this, we grabbed a little dinner at a mall restaurant and talked about Santa and Christmas and had a great time.

After dinner, we were headed out and had to pass by the Christmas land setup with Santa in his chair and you ran up to Santa (luckily there was no line by this time) and said "I want mewy go wound" (Merry-Go-Round) and Santa - reacting very calmly and kindly - suggested maybe you would want to sit down next to him and have another candy cane.

We were all holding our breath and hoping that this would last for the picture. We all moved slowly and placed you next to Santa handling you like a time bomb that could go off at any minute that you decided it wasn't okay anymore. But we needn't have worried. Santa was A-OKAY with you.




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