Monday, December 12, 2011

Here comes Santa Claus...

A few weeks ago, shortly before Thanksgiving, I received an email from our local mall informing me that Santa would soon be making his weekend appearance for photo opportunities.  

We had such an easy time with Roxy last year, I thought "Sign me up...This will be easy!"  And I proceeded to spend $40 on a fast pass so that we wouldn't have to wait in line.  


For two weeks leading up to the big day when Roxy would go up to sit on Santa's lap, we encouraged her, we talked about Santa, we brought her attention to him any time he was on TV.  We would ask her what Santa was bringing her and she would start listing things she wanted.  A blue, red and yellow car she could ride in, clothes, more toys, and a little boy.  She seemed comfortable with the idea of Santa.  

All it took was one look at the mall and I had a spider monkey clinging to me as hard as she could.  Those little arms were wrapped so tight around my neck.  When I tried to talk her into sitting on his lap, she reached for her Mongo and then for NayeNaye.  She wasn't having it at all.  Santa suggested calming her down and bringing her back.  The elves recommended letting her watch the other children.  And our second attempt was the same as the first.  She was not going to sit on Santa's lap.  

I have to admit that I was frustrated.  I had already spent money on photos that it didn't look like I was ever going to get.  

Gigi told me all about a photo of Daddy on Santa's lap crying.  Maybe Roxy would take after her daddy?  At that point, I only hoped she would sit on Santa's lap long enough for a picture.  

Two weeks later we decided to try again.  I hate the mall at Christmas time so I wanted to get it over with.  I wanted to pick up the few gifts I needed at the mall, get our photos with Santa, and get home.  I was prepared to sit with Roxy next to Santa if only I would get the pictures we paid for.  We went straight to Santa and were thankful for that fast pass because the line was L-O-N-G.  As we neared the front, Roxy again gripped my neck and turned her head.  

That's when I did something I'm not really proud of.  "Roxy, Santa's just another Imagination Mover.  Like Rich, Scott, Dave and Smitty.  I bet he knows Warehouse Mouse and Nina.  If you sit on his lap, I bet he can tell you all about them!"

After my little fib (It could be true, you know.  Santa could be an honorary member!), I was able to get Roxy on Santa's lap.  The photographer snapped a picture and then started to trying to get her to smile with jingle bells.  I nixed it.  "As long as you got a photo, we'll take it."  I pulled Roxy off Santa's lap without her getting her stickers or hat or any other award and started comforting my very upset girl.  

At the counter, the elves showed me the photo and I couldn't help but laugh.  I keep looking at it because it makes me smile.  


Yes, Roxy does take after her daddy after all.  Next year, I won't buy the fast pass and prepay for pictures. I just hope Roxy likes Santa better next year because she doesn't want him visiting her house at all this year. 

We're linking our story of the 2011 Santa phot up with Letters for Lucas and Mommy of a Monster.  Click below to see other entries!








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4 comments:

  1. That picture is just priceless!

    I never got T comfortable with Santa. Year and after year I got pictures of him staring stoically at the camera, from the side of Santa - never on his lap.

    Now that he's 5, I just told him the truth. It's so much easier.

    And Santa always kind of creeped me out anyway. So glad to be over that.

    :)

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  2. Oh dear... her cheeks are as red as Santa's suit. Poor thing.

    Thank you for linking up.

    Happy holidays!

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  3. This is the most epic Christmas photo ever!!
    We don't have that fast pass thing at our mall. We ended up going to a petting zoo to see our Santa. Don't worry, it took three years before my son stopped having meltdowns.

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  4. LOL! Definitely a keeper! I wish we'd kept Asher's first one. He was upset like that too and now I wish we'd kept it for memory's sake.

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