The Real Santa
Why on earth did we wait in line for 2 1/2 hours to see Santa?
Well, first off, because I had waited until December 22 to take the boys to see the big guy. I figured who waits that long? Doesn't everyone take their kids to see him much earlier in the month?
Wrong, of course. There was a massive line.
But, we were already there- and that is the most inconvenient mall to go to from our house. There is no direct way to get there, no quick little trip down the road.
Though, the reason I chose that mall is also the second reason why the line was so long.
The real Santa is there.
I don't just mean that he looks like he could be Santa all on his own, without the help of a fake beard and wig. There are plenty of Santas around now who look the part. Not at all like when we were kids.
But, not only does this Santa look like the real thing, he acts like the real thing, too. He loves the kids. He has kind words for everyone and never gets impatient. He answers the kids' questions, no matter how strange, and with a ready answer that satisfies them that yes, indeed, this is Santa. He never rushes anyone off his lap and makes sure that you are getting the best pic that you possibly can- he called me over to fix the boys' pants legs. He answered Monkey's question about where he lives- that yes, indeed, he has a little house in our town(there's a little Santa house out on the lawn in the square) and one at the North Pole, and another in Colorado, where Santa spends his summers fishing. He even answered Monkey's question about what color fishing pole he uses(red, if you are wondering).
He makes you feel like he thinks your kids are the most precious things in the world and has a kind word for mom and dad, too, gently reassuring you that you are doing a fantabulous job.
Of course, all of this attention means that the line moves extremely slowly...and it's long to start with, since who doesn't want to go see the real Santa?
Well, first off, because I had waited until December 22 to take the boys to see the big guy. I figured who waits that long? Doesn't everyone take their kids to see him much earlier in the month?
Wrong, of course. There was a massive line.
But, we were already there- and that is the most inconvenient mall to go to from our house. There is no direct way to get there, no quick little trip down the road.
Though, the reason I chose that mall is also the second reason why the line was so long.
The real Santa is there.
I don't just mean that he looks like he could be Santa all on his own, without the help of a fake beard and wig. There are plenty of Santas around now who look the part. Not at all like when we were kids.
But, not only does this Santa look like the real thing, he acts like the real thing, too. He loves the kids. He has kind words for everyone and never gets impatient. He answers the kids' questions, no matter how strange, and with a ready answer that satisfies them that yes, indeed, this is Santa. He never rushes anyone off his lap and makes sure that you are getting the best pic that you possibly can- he called me over to fix the boys' pants legs. He answered Monkey's question about where he lives- that yes, indeed, he has a little house in our town(there's a little Santa house out on the lawn in the square) and one at the North Pole, and another in Colorado, where Santa spends his summers fishing. He even answered Monkey's question about what color fishing pole he uses(red, if you are wondering).
He makes you feel like he thinks your kids are the most precious things in the world and has a kind word for mom and dad, too, gently reassuring you that you are doing a fantabulous job.
Of course, all of this attention means that the line moves extremely slowly...and it's long to start with, since who doesn't want to go see the real Santa?
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