My boys have a love/hate relationship with the one known as “Santa.”
They understand that he brings the presents, and they’ve been told they have to be good boys and sit on his lap and tell him what they want (other than Parker, who currently can’t do that)- but to actually follow through with their ‘part’ in the deal is another story altogether.
When Holden was born in September, it was easy to take him to see Santa and to have it be a non-issue. He loved just about everyone to hold him, so placing him in the arms of Jolly old Saint Nick was no biggie. He just sat there, looking cute (and like the Michelin Man) and got his picture snapped. He probably felt somewhat at home, “hey i’m not the only fat guy on the block!”
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