We have been going to the same mall to see Santa since Katie was born. Santa has been a fixture there since I was in high school. He is "our" Santa. And we go to this mall just for him. Even though the mall is in a bad section of town. Even though the mall is not close to our house. We have to go to our Santa.
On Monday, we ventured over for our annual visit. And just as we walked in the door, I realized that I did not hold the door open for Santa who was right behind me. He walks on stealthy feet. He was apparently running late. As were his helpers. So the girls and I walked around. Looked at closed stores. And chatted on a bench next to Santa's house. Which has apparently been downsized since last Christmas.
We finally decided to get in line behind two other families so that we would be ready when Santa was ready. About 30 minutes later, Santa emerged down the mall from us. And he stopped to talk to several families. Moms with babies in their arms. And Madalyn loudly declared that Santa needed to stop flirting. And get to his Santa seat.The idea of Santa flirting sent Katie into peals of laughter. Laughter that is so hard that she started crying. Especially when Madalyn. Given an audience held captive. Launched into her best Elvis impersonation. I am not sure why Santa speaks like Elvis. But in Madalyn's world. He does. And according to Madalyn. Santa was telling the mom: "Hey bay-buh. Wanna see my reindeer? Did you know...that I have a...a big sleigh?"
I swear. I don't know where she gets it. Or why.
So...what about you? What are your kids asking for this year? Is there anything that you are hoping to find under the tree tomorrow? Is there anything that you cannot wait for someone to open from you? (many thanks to Debbie. Because I totally lifted these questions from her post yesterday!) Merry Christmas to all! See ya Friday for our next edition of the Friday Follies. And don't forget to enter to win the date night!
Theme song: Queen - I want it all. And because I wanted a Christmas song, too. Jars of Clay - God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman.