Last night we went to mall to see the lighting of their Christmas tree. I know it is totally early but I thought it would be fun plus Santa Claus was going to make an appearance. Sophie has historically not been too fond of Santa or anyone else in costume. Well history is definitely repeating itself. After being too cold to stay outside for the lighting of the tree we played inside Pottery Barn Kids (the mall is outdoor). When we heard all the other children cheering we had to coax Sophie away from the play kitchens. When we got back outside we had missed the tree lighting and wondered if we had missed Santa. I looked across the courtyard and saw Santa walking. It was kind of like he was a rock star. There were lines of children and adults following him as well as people lining the sidewalks and I think he was surrounded by security. I got so excited and so did Sophie's friend Emma. Sophie had a different response. I will let the pictures speak for themselves. The worst part of this is that I get way too much joy out of her agony.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Here Comes Santa Claus
Last night we went to mall to see the lighting of their Christmas tree. I know it is totally early but I thought it would be fun plus Santa Claus was going to make an appearance. Sophie has historically not been too fond of Santa or anyone else in costume. Well history is definitely repeating itself. After being too cold to stay outside for the lighting of the tree we played inside Pottery Barn Kids (the mall is outdoor). When we heard all the other children cheering we had to coax Sophie away from the play kitchens. When we got back outside we had missed the tree lighting and wondered if we had missed Santa. I looked across the courtyard and saw Santa walking. It was kind of like he was a rock star. There were lines of children and adults following him as well as people lining the sidewalks and I think he was surrounded by security. I got so excited and so did Sophie's friend Emma. Sophie had a different response. I will let the pictures speak for themselves. The worst part of this is that I get way too much joy out of her agony.
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Ah, the joys of Santa Claus! Can't say I blame her...he's fat, hairy, and breaks into your house when you're sleeping!!! Karoline still gets the look of fear in her eyes, but she'll do anything for presents! One day she'll love those pics too!:)
poor thing!
Bless her heart! Why don't you take her to see Red Robin next time!
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