Sunday, December 22, 2013

"I just have to see Santa!"

Yesterday we went to a toddler Christmas brunch to exchange gifts and experience a little merriness with Julian, Sophie, and Ada before the families went their separate ways for the holiday.

The merriness was mostly kids throwing croissants, Julian hit his head about five times, and Sophie and Ada could not stop playing with the kitchen timer on Julian's little stove. The entire event felt, like Ryan said, "A McGruber sketch on SNL, there's constant ticking."

Anyway, due to the festivities, Ada just never ended up taking a nap. By the afternoon, she was so incredibly tired, but we decided we could make it to the grocery store for some additional cookie making supplies with her and I think Jeffrey mentioned Santa. Well, Ada couldn't get over the idea that we were going to see Santa. We had mentioned it to her earlier in the day and now it was time to ante up. With a tired kid, we headed to the mall to see Santa.

The wait was long. She played gamely in the kid area, but never smiled. She just zombied around, going down the slide over and over again. I kept asking her, "Are you sure you want to do this? We can come back tomorrow!" And she'd always say, "But I just have to see Santa!" or "I'm ready for my turn to see Santa!"

So we waited.

We were one of the last families to get to see Santa before his "reindeer break" and when they let her in, a very tired but very sweet child went over, clasped Santa's hands and had a chat about dolls.

Then she hopped up for her picture. She wouldn't smile. We asked. But it just wasn't there. Instead, she just snuggled into Santa's soft suit and gave him a big hug.

Far better than last year's visit.

Her first visit with Santa, at six-months-old, the Santa held absolutely still. She just must have thought he was a fleecy blanket.

No comments:

Post a Comment