Today was the big day! Caleb met Santa for the first time.
I was so looking forward to this.
Growing up, this was always a big deal in our house. Mom always put out all of the Santa pictures from the preceding years and would always drag me to get a new one that year. No, seriously, I was the 15-year-old awkwardly sitting on Santa's lap getting my picture taken while three and four-year-olds pitched fits in the line as they waited for me to "tell Santa what I wanted."
Anyway, we just headed out to our mall, or what they call a mall, this morning and waited in line. Due to technical difficulties we had a rather long wait and we weren't the first in line as it was, so I started telling Caleb about Santa. When I told him that he too would be getting his picture as long as he lived under my roof the mom in front of me rolled her eyes. OK, so maybe it's not as acceptable for boys to get their pictures with Santa once they are in their teens, but my daughters will undoubtedly be subjected to the same Yuletide torture that I was.
As for how Caleb took to Santa, he loved him. He was so enamored. He just smiled, talked and looked at Santa and was very dismayed when we were trying to get his picture. So although he may be looking at the camera in this picture, he would have much rather be talking to his new pal in red and as soon as the picture was taken he resumed his obviously important conversation with Santa. Santa loved it and asked me if he always was this happy. Why, yes he is, Santa. But why are you asking me, don't you see him when he's sleeping, know when he's awake? Don't you know if he's been naughty or nice? Shouldn't you know this? Tsk, tsk, Santa, I'll expect better next year.
Hope you all get to make happy holiday memories of your own this year as well. We are looking forward to a month full of them!
