Santa Success!

The third time's a charm, or so "they" say.

Our first visit with Claus, she opted to stay in her stroller, screaming that she did not want to go. She later would tell multiple people that she sat on his lap. Umm-mm, what?

Then, she spent an entire brunch pointing at him, talking excitedly about him, calling him over, then refusing to sit in his lap or even to talk to him.

Finally, Zoo Lights. Mrs. C was there, and I honestly think this made all the difference. After all, she had spent most of December reciting the line from Rudolph, "Eat, Santa. EAT!" and pointing out that no one else around town looked like the real Mrs. Claus.

KW visited with Santa and Mrs. Claus, and even had her picture made with them. She was so cute and sweet, and she made her one request in that cute little voice, "Presents for me."