M. is really excited about Christmas this year. She has watched pretty much every special that Noggin has to offer and I have suffered through multiple readings of Rooftop Santa. Let me tell you, that title is worth every bit of the 25 cents the Embassy spent for it. We have also been reading The Night Before Christmas. She loves the story, but she looks a little wary of Santa every time we read it.
We went to see Santa at the mall and M. would not even approach his chair. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. G. agreed to be placed on Santa's lap, and it looked like things were going to go well for a quick photo. He tried to grab Santa's beard and was happy being jostled on his lap. Then as soon as I called his name to get his attention, he realized just how far away I was. His bottom lip quivered and the sobbing began. M. took this as all the evidence she needed that Santa was very, very scary.
Well, today she announced that it was Christmas Eve and she was going to get presents tonight. "Santa is gonna come and leave me presents," she said. I said yes, he certainly was. She thought a moment and said, "And I'm gonna wear my dinosaur costume and scare him when he comes."
Merry Christmas, Santa. Love, M.
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