Catherine and I took deep breaths, swallowed hard and made a commando raid on the mall today, getting in and out before all the crazy people took over. Somehow we managed it with some of our sanity intact.
Even though he’s been holding office hours since before Thanksgiving, Santa remains a big attraction. The line of kids waiting to tell him their most fervent wishes snaked around center court.
One little miss we saw was READY — red holiday dress and tights, green sparkly reindeer antlers on her headband.
Another little one, not so much.
Mom was trying, but this tyke wasn’t having it. Her pigtails bobbed and weaved as she tried to make a run for it. “Goodbye,” she cried, big tears leaving tracks down her chubby cheeks. “Time for goodbye.”
Once she began lurching for the stroller, Mom packed it in, but not before the little one made her wishes clear one last time: “Time for GOODBYE!”
About that time, Catherine and I were feeling exactly like that kid. We made our own run for it not long after.
Driving home, I remembered Catherine’s first and only visit to Santa, at age 8 months. As you can see from her expression below, it wasn’t an especially cheerful visit.
Funniest part? Now that’s the expression you’ll find on MY face most days …