Santa Is Nice

"Santa Is Nice." This is what we told Savannah as we were prepping her to meet him last Saturday. Carter would lift her up so she could see him with other kids, and she didn't seem afraid. I mean, we're not stupid, we knew it might happen. And it did. The pictures speak for themselves.

So today I was at a different mall and I took Savannah over for a glimpse of Santa. I was totally annoyed as I watched this Santa. He was like waving/ushering the kids in and was so fake. I couldn't really hear him, but his body language was so disturbing to me. It was like, Ok, sit on my lap, take a picture, get off my lap, wave the next ones in. Come on. This is a magical, or supposed to be magical time of the year, and having a crappy Santa is lame.