visiting santa is always an experience. i remember taking john to see santa for his first christmas. he was only 5 months old and he loved santa right away. i think it helps that my dad has always had a beard.
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| john & santa 2007 |
his second christmas was a little more eventful. he would have been just over a year old. he did not want anything to do with santa, and we ended up with mommy sitting next to santa and john sitting on my lap.
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| john & santa 2008 |
i can’t seem to find a santa picture from 2009. i am surprised. i am pretty sure that we took him every year to see santa. 2010, gillian was five months old and john was a little over 3 years old. he was very excited to meet santa that year. the line was ridiculous. gillian slept the entire time, but mommy and daddy had to keep taking turning taking john for a walk. by the time we go to see santa, he was exhausted and gillian woke up from her nap. luckily, we got a cute picture of the two of them together.
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| john, gillian & santa 2010 |
it’s amazing how quickly things change in a year. this year, we have been talking to john a lot about santa. i asked him if he would sit on santa’s lap and tell him what he wanted for christmas. john quickly replied, “no!” he did not want to sit on santa’s lap. we went to the mall really early today to get some of our remaining christmas shopping done. we got on the santa line around 10:45 and santa was due to arrive at 11. the line was not too bad. gillian sat in her stroller and waved and blew kisses to santa. john and another little boy on line were trying their hardest to not get in too much trouble. as we got closer to santa, john kept saying that he would not sit on santa’s lap and that he would not talk to santa. there was a brief conversation about what santa could say or not say. i think he thought that santa couldn’t speak english. that may have been my fault (i have told him in the past that buddy does not speak english). anyway, we got to the big man, and john jumps right into his lap and starts talking to him. gillian, on the other hand, took one look and buried her head into my shoulder. santa explained to me, that i could sit next to him and have the illusion of gillian sitting on his lap. as soon as i sat down she started crying. poor little girl. santa didn’t even talk or look at her. just tears. oh well. there’s always next year.
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| john, gillian & santa 2011 |
John and Gill went up a hill 