First: you need the red velvet dress (or suit) that matches Santa. Then you need to break the first rule you ever taught your children. Stranger Danger? What?? Not in December!
As much as I wanted to say “You will sit in this fake old man’s lap and smile for 30 seconds” I just couldn’t. I felt like such a hypocrite! After the Liza vs. Easter Bunny fiasco of ’09, I just won’t do this to my kids any longer. (and I get Christmas cards from the mall for it – they support my decision)
Anyway, out of the 2 youngest, Liza is out. She’s um, made that abundantly clear. (That poor easter bunny will never be the same)
So, we took Vivi to her school’s fundraiser of Breakfast with Santa. She caught a glimpse of him as we were sitting down and the anxiety ensued. (My genes, I’m sure)
Notice the pensive look and tight grip on her chair. Yeah, she suspected what was coming. Like any good parents, we let her eat breakfast before offering her as a sacrifice to Satan Santa. Her grandparents were there, her cousins were there. She had a whole support team behind her. Could she do it??
Nooooo! This is as close as we got to Santa, even with her big bad daddy backing her up. If you click to make the picture larger, you’ll even notice her eyes are closed, as if saying, I can’t see you – you aren’t there.
And you know what, that’s fine with me.
