We took the little ones to Breakfast with Santa Claus. They had a spread of muffins, bagels, pastries, juices, etc. Jake and Kiah had no idea WHY they were there. They just knew they got to dress up and EAT. The kids busied themselves with coloring christmas pictures when all of a sudden they heard gasps and a loud HO HO HO. All the color drained from Jake's little face as he was plastered against a book shelf. He didn't move a muscle! Santa made his rounds saying HI to the kids. Jake didn't say a word. Santa then made himself comfortable on a sofa on the OTHER side of the room. I then heard a tiny little exhale from our man Jake. He was quiet for a long time after that. Kiah observed everything quietly but stuck right by my side. It was then announced that Santa was ready for visits with the kids. Jake didn't want to go at first but then he saw the lovely parting gifts the other kids were receiving (x-mas books and candy canes). So, Jake changed his mind and we all stood in the winding line to see Santa. Jake wouldn't get closer than 5 feet but he did tell Santa what he wanted (a razor scooter and a star wars vehicle) and made sure to say that he had been a VERY good boy. Kiah wouldn't get closer than 8 feet and refused to speak AT ALL. We left shortly afterwards with Jake tripping on the sidewalk and falling into Kiah. Both hit the ground. Jake was trying to see Santa's sleigh which was "parked" on the roof of the clubhouse. The fall took his mind off the fact that he couldn't get a good view of the sleigh or the reindeers.
By the way.... it is quite clear that Santa has been on either the Atkin's diet or the South Beach diet because he is looking very lean. :-)
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