Last night we brought the boy to meet the man -- the man who would be responsible for 99% of his future yule tide joy. I figured he should make a nice first impression, so I dressed him up in his cute, chunky sweater and off we went to Marshall Field's.
After meeting up with the husband, we stood in line for what seemed like a good three hours. It was actually only 20 minutes. Later, we deduced that there may in fact be two Santas working the downtown Marshall Field's circuit -- hidden from unsuspecting children by a labyrinth of makeshift wooden walls, velvet curtains and secret doors. We grew suspicious when the family just in front of us was no longer the family in front of us once ushered behind the velvet curtain by Santa's little helper.
Once placed on Santa's lap, our normally happy-to-strike-a-cheesy-smile-for-any-photo boy, turned into terribly-apprehensive-and-nervous-to-be-sitting-in-the-lap-of-a-head-to-toe-red-clad-stranger boy. The photo was snapped just moments before the nervous smile turned into panic and tears formed in the corners of his eyes. This, from a boy who has yet to experience stranger danger. So what is it about this Jolly Ol' Elf that strikes fear in the hearts of children who perch on his lap in department stores everywhere? I mean, the guy delivers presents for pete's sake! PRESENTS!!!!!!
I just hope this behavior does not reflect badly on his mother. I mean, this is Santa we're talking about.
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