Yesterday we went to our annual Christmas Brunch at Evergreen. We were joined by Mim and Pop, CoCo, Uncle Todd, Master B and Baby Lulu. The club puts out an awesome feast, and afterward Santa comes riding up in his golf cart.
Tank and Banana joyfully sat on Santa's lap when he called out for them to give them their presents. KK wanted no part of that. She stayed attached to her Mama's lap, so Santa came to her to help her open her present. As long as she was touching Mama, she was OK with that.
As I was getting her dressed for bed last night, I asked her how she liked Santa.
KK: I don't want to sit on his lap.
Me: That's OK, sweetheart...You don't have to.
KK: What's his name?
Me: His name is Santa Clause.
KK: But, what's his name?
Me: Santa Claus.
KK: But, what's his name when he takes his costume off?
Me (freaking out): Oh, honey! His name is Santa Claus. When he takes his suit off, he puts on his red pajamas and goes to sleep. He needs his rest if he's going to visit all the good girls and boys at Christmas.
I'm telling you, this girl has been here before.
My next conversation was with Tank (5yo).
Me: What did Santa say to you when you sat on his lap?
Tank: He asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I told him Nerf. [He received a Nerf Ballblaster.]
Me: Did you tell him where you live? Did you give him your address so he can find you on Christmas Eve/night?
Tank: Oh, Ma...Santa knows where ALL the kids live.
I'm so enjoying watching the magic of Christmas in the kids' eyes this holiday season.