I rounded everybody up on Saturday afternoon for a quick trip to the local country store to visit with Santa. Two of our family members were less than thrilled to be going, but kudos to them for coming along anyway.
I guess at this point I should mention that I believe every child should sit on Santa's knee. Tears and fear aside, it's part of Christmas. Kind of like me being obligated to taste-test mince pies as a child. Mince pies, Santa's knee, you get it. There's no saying no.
Except Drew was PETRIFIED and so I momentarily bagged the individual knee sitting chats for a group photo in hopes of warming Drew up.
No such luck.
I was feeling mildly rushed and was very conscious of the fact a mother behind us was waiting patiently in line with her TWO children, while my FIVE children were individually sitting on Santa's knee and smiling for mom's camera. (Excuse the fact that nearly every picture is blurry--I told you I was rushed!!)
Yet despite my mild consciousness and guilt of the two patient pre-schoolers waiting behind us, I HAD to get Drew to sit on Santa's lap. Yet all my pleading and cajoling was not working... Until I remembered Santa had candy canes in the big barrel next to him that he had just passed out to the other kids. (Guess Drew's fear had momentarily left him unaware that his four siblings were each holding a Drew sugar favorite.) Just as I finished up asking Drew if he wanted a candy cane he hopped down from his safe haven and approached Santa. Santa must have thought Drew terribly brave and further asked, "Can you give Santa 'five'?"
Well what do you know--Drew obliged.
And then, what do you know?
Drew started chatting with Santa about the owie on his head.
And that my friends is why I force the issue of sitting on Santa's lap.