A couple weeks ago I finally gave in and made an appointment to get my hair trimmed. It was over due to be done, but with 3 kids and a busy Hubby it’s hard to work it out. We all went to my appointment, they waited in the main area of the mall. When I came out Hubby told me how skeptical our Austin is. Of Santa.
While waiting for me to get my hair cut, not far away from where they were waiting, was Santa Clause in his big red and gold chair.
Austin: Dadda someone is dressed up like Santa.
Dadda: Austin. That is Santa.
Austin: No it’s not. He’s not real.
Dadda: Yes it is. That’s the real Santa.
Austin: I don’t see his reindeer. How did he get here?
Dadda: It’s probably outside.
Austin: I didn’t see it.
Dadda: Maybe he came here in a plane or a car. . .
Yes. So. My four year old who can’t wait to leave cookies and milk for Santa and for Christmas morning, didn’t quite believe that the big guy in a red suit could be the real Santa.
In the end she did believe that he was real. She did not, however, want to sit on his lap and tell him what she wanted for Christmas. I have no pictures of my children with Santa, they are just too shy, and I can’t justify scaring them just for a picture.
Austin’s First Christmas