The second time we saw Santa was actually a fluke. We were shopping at the commissary and turned the corner into a back room and saw him sitting there on a Coca-Cola decked platform, naturally. Julia was in a good mood, so I figured, “Why not?” Heh…I’ll tell you why not, because SHE HATES HIM! My husband tried to hold her back, but I scooped her up out of his arms and gently handed her over to Santa. Big mistake. She did the delayed-reaction cry. You know, the one where the kid makes the most pitifully sad face, but no sound comes out? Yup, that one; only a very shrill scream/cry came out about five seconds later. It was so loud and sad that people from the next room, at the registers, over commented on how much she disliked Santa. Like I said, Mom of the Year.
Third time’s a charm, right? Well, that’s what I thought, at least. Every year on Christmas Eve, Santa visits my aunt and uncle’s house. It’s pretty awesome, really! He had a little too much eggnog on the stop before us, so he was a little bit late (i.e. waaay past her bedtime), but she was still a pretty happy camper, so I figured she’d do better this time around. Things started off good and I almost thought we’d be okay, but then she realized where she was and who was holding her and immediately let us know she was not okay with her surroundings.
And just so you don’t think I’m a horrible mom, I did take pictures of her in a much happier setting this year 🙂
I’m thinking if she meets Santa for a fourth time this year she’ll be okay with him. If not, well, there’s always next year!
*Is it just me or are Santa photos ridiculously overpriced? One place wanted to charge TWENTY BUCKS for a 5×7, and if we wanted to take our own pictures, which we did, they still charged us $10! I understand Santa needs to make a living, but holly jolly, that’s a lot of money! Then again, these are priceless and after I get home I’ll edit them, print them out, and get them into some frames so I can laugh at them for years to come.