Last year I had some lofty goals of all the things I wanted to accomplish for the Christmas Holiday. We had a full house, with family visiting from across the country; the first time for us to host such a gathering, so I wanted everything to be perfect and amazing. I made homemade candies, baked cookies, prepared stockings, baked cakes, and even made Beef Wellington from scratch (okay, I didn't make the puff pastry, but still...). The one thing I really wanted to do, though, was take my daughter to visit Santa for the first time. Unfortunately, with all the hoopla I had instigated I ran out of time, so this year I made it a priority.
I started prepping my daughter for the occasion by reading A Night Before Christmas to her every night, and watching Christmas specials during the day. I wanted to get her familiar with the character, Santa Claus, so she would have some fond feelings toward the poor old guy before I got her too close to his lap for the first time. I thought I was on a roll when my daughter started pointing out Santa whenever she saw his likeness whether in a book, on a tree, or in someone's front yard. So, as the day for her picture with Santa approached I was feeling pretty confident. You know, visualize it and it will be...yeah, right. Some battles were just not meant to be won.
After getting really excited, because my daughter was pointing Santa out in the mall from afar, and happily pointing and shouting, "Santa!" I realized at once, there is a huge difference between seeing pictures of a friendly old guy in a bright red suit, pointing at him from afar, enjoying stories told of his daring adventures, and actually having your mom effectively abandon you by dumping you off in the old guy's lap. Several failed attempts at cheering the screaming baby later, I realized this was not, in fact, a failure but an opportunity to make a memory. I now have a picture of my beautiful baby girl screaming herself silly in Santa's lap while good old Saint Nick smiles beatifically into the camera. Priceless...
I started prepping my daughter for the occasion by reading A Night Before Christmas to her every night, and watching Christmas specials during the day. I wanted to get her familiar with the character, Santa Claus, so she would have some fond feelings toward the poor old guy before I got her too close to his lap for the first time. I thought I was on a roll when my daughter started pointing out Santa whenever she saw his likeness whether in a book, on a tree, or in someone's front yard. So, as the day for her picture with Santa approached I was feeling pretty confident. You know, visualize it and it will be...yeah, right. Some battles were just not meant to be won.
After getting really excited, because my daughter was pointing Santa out in the mall from afar, and happily pointing and shouting, "Santa!" I realized at once, there is a huge difference between seeing pictures of a friendly old guy in a bright red suit, pointing at him from afar, enjoying stories told of his daring adventures, and actually having your mom effectively abandon you by dumping you off in the old guy's lap. Several failed attempts at cheering the screaming baby later, I realized this was not, in fact, a failure but an opportunity to make a memory. I now have a picture of my beautiful baby girl screaming herself silly in Santa's lap while good old Saint Nick smiles beatifically into the camera. Priceless...
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