Mom and I took Carsyn to see Santa on Saturday. It wasn’t at the mall. Or Cabela’s. Or Walmart. Nope. It was at a consignment shop. That’s how I roll. It worked really well for us. The idea of the mall Santa make me cringe. I knew I couldn’t take her any other time, but on a Saturday. Yuck! The resale shop about 1/2 mile down the road had Santa and I was like ‘Score!’
Granny had been prepping Carsyn about Santa. He has a beard. A white fluffy beard. And a red hat. We’d been talking about it, but Carsyn still was unsure. I was so glad we weren’t at the mall. She had time to warm up and check Santa out before we took pictures.
And this is a close as she got. Not interested in sitting in his lap. And mamma needed to be in the picture. That’s no problem. I manage my expectations and there is no disappointment. Carsyn did great. No crying. No screaming. So far she still likes Santa! and me.
Carsyn I'm very proud of you for going to see Santa. Way to go girlie!
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