Breakfast (and dancing) with Santa. With cookie licking!
19th December 2007
Santa made a pit stop in my hometown on Saturday (he comes every year — even I went as a kid), and we of course went to mow down on pancakes.
(This, of course, is not Santa. That is my Dad, who by next year will be able to BE Santa without a beard. Isn’t he cute?!)
This year was extra special, as my mom organized a fundraiser for the library in town. For $1, you could sit down and decorate a gingerbread man, with all proceeds going towards books and upgrades. Have I ever told you how, um, teeny the library is there? It is one square building, and everything is in one room. But it has an amazing network with the library here, so growing up we always got great books or they would get them for us. I
have great memories of drinking from the well pump at the side of the building as a kid. Now it’s chained up.
Anyway. My mom is on the fundraising committee, and did an incredible amount of work with a bake table and the gingerbread men. I’m sure the library is super pleased, as the place was packed.
Lucy had a ton o’ messy fun decorating her cookies: One sprinkle on the man, 16 MnM’s in the mouth. Repeat.
I made a cookie, too. Then I licked it. It was yummy.
Lucy liked Santa from afar. She waved at him. She quietly said “Ho-Ho” while pointing at him. But she is so much like her father, and is proving to be, outwardly, not the greatest in large social situations. Not that she throws tantrums or is clingy, but she’s very serious and quiet. She seems to enjoy herself, though, and eagerly participates in whatever activity is going on eventually. After scoping it out with her laser vision.
When it came time to get on Santa’s knee, Lucy balked. So Santa n’ me got real cozy (how smart are they to make those padded seats wide enough for a big fat/stuffed dude, mom-butt and often withering babies? S-M-A-R-T.) while Lucy eyed him with said laser vision.
She did give him a high-five, to which Santa ho-ho-ho-ed and Lucy kindasortamaybe grinned. For a milisecond. At least she wasn’t screaming. She did, however,
grab the loot bag and bolt off the stage.
After, we coloured. And then it happened: My Mom started dancing.
She corralled Lucy and a handful of other kids and tore up the dance floor. Actually, she made her own dance floor, because that’s my wonderful Mom for you. Before long even Santa got into the ring. It was absolutely adorable! You can see Lucy and my Mom doing their special dance moves (kick-dance and exercise-dance), and hear when a little boy ran head-first into me.
In other news, my Dad danced to Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer. But that’s another movie.
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Three comments.
#1 – You are licking the gingerbread man’s crotch. That’s all I’m saying.
#2 – You are a definite MILF sitting with Santa. It’s a very good picture of you!
#3 – Lucy is the most serious toddler I’ve ever met. She is going to kick ass at school.
And a bonus #4 – Did you make your Biffy a gingerbread man? I didn’t think so. Jerk.
I did make you a gingerbread man. But then I licked him, too. And ate him.
Sorry, Biffy… The pull of the ginger-crotch was too strong.
Oh boy. Now I have to look at gingerbread men in a whole new light. Should I get Grandma to make peanut butter men for your Xmas baking? Too bad she is already finished. We could have started a whole new Xmas tradition.
Now I’m impressed. If that was *my* kid. She would have a) pissed her pants b) ran screaming in terror. She H-A-T-E-S Santa. Santa is meant to be no more than 6 inches tall like he is on every Christmas card and in every book. Then he’s cool. He’s Santa Ho Ho. Put my Jayde in front of the real thing and it’s Santa NO – oh the hells NO.
I’m jealous.
I have to photoshop my kid EVERY year.
True story.
http://gigababy.blogspot.com/2007/12/santa-and-my-kid.html
Nope, it’s not real. Shhh, don’t tell my mother. She’d completely freak out.
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