Last weekend, we joined the age-old tradition of taking small children to sit on an old man's lap. Despite the freezing weather, we bundled up Babykins and took her to meet Santa (we had the opportunity to visit Santa in Honolulu, but it just didn't seem authentic - plus, it's slightly odd that Hawaiian Santa wears board shorts and has his jacket open).
Dressed in her Nittany Lion snow suit, Babykins was the cutest baby in line. We popped her on Santa's lap, where she grabbed his hand and told him all her Christmas wishes. Ok. She might not have talked, but she did grab his hand and pose while the official photographer, Auntie MO, Daddykins, and Grandpa all snapped away.
After a minute, we saw the little chin start to quiver and the eyes scrunching up in preparation for a good cry, so we scooped up Babykins and were on our way. The entire experience only lasted a few minutes, but it was a magical start to the Christmas holiday.
Tonight we're preparing to place out milk and cookies for Santa and carrots for his reindeer. Babykins may not understand the significance, but Mommykins is sure looking forward to the snack.
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