Christmas 2006. Absolutely terrified.
Christmas 2007. Hating it!
Christmas 2008, they had breakfast with Santa in our neighborhood and didn’t flee screaming from the clubhouse so things were looking up in the Santa department. They didn’t sit on his knee but merely sat a safe distance and listened to a story, ready to exit the premises at any moment if things got hairy…
Christmas 2009. Loving every minute of it… except for when Lauren said she smelled something stinky… Santa didn’t know what to say.
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