On Friday afternoon, I paid $33 to plop my dear babies into the waiting arms of a strange old fat guy.
Yep, the girls had their first visit with Santa.
We had originally planned to go to a cute little country store that our family has gone to for years, because they have the BEST Santa around. Real beard, super patient, willing to spend up to 10(!) minutes with each kid… And his services are FREE of charge! Sounds freakin’ great, right? Eh… not so much…
Sadly, I had been reading the store’s Facebook page for the last few weeks and it’s been flooded with complaints about the 2+ hour wait to see the big guy. I guess they had always let babies go first (since they don’t actually speak to Santa), but this year some parents of older kids started to whine about it. So the store announced they would no longer let the little ones go to the head of the line… Which is pretty ridiculous. I can only imagine the faces on those parents when they’re surrounded by wailing babies who’ve gone past their feeding times for 2+ hours. Pfft. Jerks.
With our plans for the “good” Santa scrapped, we ended up settling for the trusty old mall Santa. The incredibly *overpriced* mall Santa. I really couldn’t believe how bad they rip people off… The cheapest package was $21. Oh, but can’t you just take a photo yourself? No ma’am! There are signs posted at the entrance of the line, forbidding the use of cameras and cell phones. Now, that’s the Christmas spirit!
Thankfully, the line was basically non-existent (possibly due to the nutso prices?), so we were able to head right on over to the man in red & plop the girls in his lap. He wasn’t the jolliest guy, as he kind of grumbled for me to move Chloe over a little, saying that I had to adjust them because he couldn’t see how they were positioned. He also had a southern accent. Needless to say, I wasn’t impressed.
The girls didn’t seem too thrilled either. They just kind of sat there, staring off into the distance, wondering what the h-e-double hockey sticks was going on. This was actually their first “real” public outing, aside from doctors and family visits. I think it was all a bit too much to take in…
So, there it is. Another milestone down: Going to a building full of strangers, finding the fattest one there and paying him a hefty sum of money to sit on his lap… Done and done.