It was Santa! He looked at me and said in his precious little voice, "Santa Clause." The time has come. We took off all of our winter gear and slowly walked over to the short little line. He was nervous. One step after another. Closer and closer we got to this bearded man in a red suit. So close that we were next. As the baby in front of us was leaving Santa's lap, Carson looked at me. He was still nervous. But we practiced. we practiced over and over and over again. He knew it. He was ready. We slowly walked up each step. I picked Carson up and sat him on Santa's lap. He looked at me and slowly, very slowly turned his head towards Santa. Looked at his grey beard and red suit. Santa asks Carson, "What would you like for Christmas? Do you like trucks or cars or tractors?" Carson froze. Nothing. He was the little boy on the Christmas story all over again. I told him to say he wanted presents and he nodded. He was so nervous. But he did it. He didn't cry or refuse to sit on Santa's lap. He was my big boy and he took his picture and waved Bubye. I was very proud of him.
As for Hudson. Anyone that knows this sweet little boy of mine knows that he is a people person. He is always happy and will smile at anyone. He is just to sweet and always seems to warm the heart of any single soul willing to smile at him. So we placed him on Santa's lap and he looked at him for a minute like, who are you? And what is that thing on your face? But we got him to quit staring and look at us to snap this beauty!
So, Santa was a hit. And we can not wait for Christmas Eve to get here to finally put out cookies and milk for him. Although, it may take some negotiating with Carson to not eat them himself. Until tomorrow.....
Had to show you the naughty trick that Brady the Elf pulled the other morning.