Post by Nicole Fabian-Weber
Over the weekend, we took my daughter to see Santa. It wasn't planned. She wasn't wearing her "Santa" outfit. It just happened. My husband and I were doing a little Christmas shopping when we stumbled upon a Santa -- and there was literally no line -- so we decided to go for it without very much discussion at all. I was nervous as I handed my 7-month-old over to what ostensibly looked like an old hippie. Or a psychopath. But when she sat in Santa's lap -- nothing happened. Like, at all. She just looked at him, blinked, and then it was over. I was prepared for her to cry. And if she cried, I was prepared to graciously take her out of Santa's lap. Because that whole kids crying in Santa's lap thing -- so not cute.Image may be NSFW.
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Over the weekend, we took my daughter to see Santa. It wasn't planned. She wasn't wearing her "Santa" outfit. It just happened. My husband and I were doing a little Christmas shopping when we stumbled upon a Santa -- and there was literally no line -- so we decided to go for it without very much discussion at all. I was nervous as I handed my 7-month-old over to what ostensibly looked like an old hippie. Or a psychopath. But when she sat in Santa's lap -- nothing happened. Like, at all. She just looked at him, blinked, and then it was over. I was prepared for her to cry. And if she cried, I was prepared to graciously take her out of Santa's lap. Because that whole kids crying in Santa's lap thing -- so not cute.Image may be NSFW.
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