The Santa Crawl

Finally Sam is old enough to "get" the magic of Christmas, and I'm treasuring every nanosecond of it.  We have already bonded with Santa three times -- once at the mall, then on board the refreshingly uncommercial "Santa Train" over the weekend, and today at the Children's Museum.  They say three times a charm, but it is only December 3rd, so I'm sure I'll be charmed into buying many more sets of two 3 x 5 pictures for a mere $27.99.  Sucker!  Oh, well, I have wasted money on far stupider things for sure.  

So many laps, so little time.  Instead of a drunken Pub Crawl, we'll be doing the world's first Santa Crawl.  Perhaps I could write a guide book rating the various Santas in the area on friendliness, appearance, entourage, comfort of lap, and ability to deliver the line "ho, ho, ho" with a ring of authenticity.  Thankfully Sam is armed with not one, not two, but three Christmas sweaters to spread among his picture-taking opportunities.

I do wonder whether Sam will start getting picky one of these days.  "Sam want the OTHER Santa" or "Sam like other Santa's lap."  I don't want any Santas getting their feelings hurt or getting laid off or anything because of us playing the field, so to speak.  I don't remember ever going to see Santa as a kid.  I guess I was too busy walking to school barefoot in five feet of snow, each way of course.  It's a different world now, plain and simple.  That's OK, though.  I don't want to relive my childhood; I'm having too much fun watching him live his.  

Long live the Santa Crawl, now an annual family tradition.  Bring on the Santas!  Next Santa, please!

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