Santa

For the last three years, G has flat-out refused to visit Santa. Miles had done it just once when he was too young to be afraid.

But this year, G gets Santa. There is something at stake--toys. He needed to be sure that Santa delivered what he wanted. So when asked if he wanted to visit Santa this year, he seemed equally interested and terrified.

We decided to visit Santa at my chiropractor's Christmas party, which meant no lines or pressure. G seemed nervous, but he shyly said "Merry Christmas" and sat down next to the {very tall!} Santa. G very quietly told Santa that he wanted a toothbrush, a flashlight and new binoculars. He was all business.

Miles, on the other hand, gave Santa a high-five and stuck his tongue out at the camera. "I want trains, OK?" he told Santa.

G talked excitedly and non-stop about Santa all the way home. And he had lots of questions. "He's really nice, isn't he Mom?" "Where were the reindeer?" "Is he going back to the North Pole tonight?" "How many more days until Christmas?"