This will be our second Christmas with our baby girl. Last year she didn't know what to expect and we didn't even attempt the "Santa" story. This year I've told her about the miracle of the birth of Christ and explained the man with the white beard. She had already heard about baby Jesus and can sing, "Jesus Loves Me" but her eyes grew wide when I told her about Santa bringing toys to the good boys and girls.
"To me, Mommy?" "Toys to me?" she asked incredulously. "Can I see Santa?" "Where is he?"
This I supposed she asked because she knows Jesus is in heaven along with our dog, Maggie, and various other people she can't see. Then my Mommy mind kicked into gear and I realized this might parlay into a chance to get pictures of her with Santa. Last year she buried her face in my shoulder and clung to me like velcro when we got within 50 feet of Santa Claus. This year, having blossomed into a somewhat gregarious, at least less clingy little girl, we may have a chance. So I told her, "Santa lives at the North Pole but he's at the Mall right now where you can go sit in his lap and tell him what you want for Christmas."
"Oh no," she replied, "I'm not sitting in his lap."
"But sweetheart, he's coming to our house on Christmas Eve to put presents under our tree for you," I explained.
"Mommy, I don't want him in our house!" she replied.
Well I guess Santa will have to leave everything on the porch. Later, when she pointed out a character in a book sitting in Santa's lap, I tried again to persuade her.
"Mommy, I want you to sit in Santa's lap and tell him what I want." she said.
"Sweetheart, old ladies do not sit in Santa's lap," I explained.
"Well, new ones don't either," she said.
Maybe I'll try again next year.
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