Sunday, December 6, 2009
Here comes Santa Claus
dress - H&M, cardigan - J.Crew, tights - H&M, shoes - Aldo, necklace - H&M
As you can tell from the snowman on my fireplace mantle, the holidays have arrived at my house. I've been telling Maya about Santa Claus, and this is the first year that she actually gets him. (Jolly old man in a red suit with a round belly, who magically comes through our gas fireplace to bring her, and all the good little children, presents on Christmas!) She spotted him at the mall last week and watched a little girl take her picture with him. "I want to see Santa", Maya exclaimed.
I told her we'd come back when she had her party dress on, so she'd look very nice for her photo. So all the next week, she has been telling me "I want to wear my pretty party dress and see Santa!" I asked her what she was going to ask him for Christmas. "A dollhouse! A Calico Critters dollhouse!"
Sounded like she was ready to me.
So on Friday, my Dad and I took Maya to the mall to see Santa. Unlike the week before when there was absolutely no line, we were greeted with a whole gaggle of tots and their parents. The wait was one hour. The woman in front of us told us that some of the schools were having a PD day... hence the crowds. I asked Maya if she wanted to leave, and she frowned and shook her head. "I want to see him".
So we waited. Surprisingly, Maya was awesome in line and in a fantastic mood the whole time. She chattered on about the babies going by in their strollers, the other kids in line, what she wanted to ask Santa for. She sang, she danced and she took pictures with Grandpa. When we finally got to the front of the line, she held my hand and jumped up and down.
Then it was our turn. Without warning, Maya suddenly started yelling "Mommy up! Mommy up!" and becoming upset. I picked her up, and she held me as we approached Santa together. Then the tears started.
Santa handed her a candy cane, and said "What would you like for Christmas?"
"I want apple juice!" Maya replied and started bawling. Oh dear...
We let another family go ahead of us as I tried to calm Maya down. In the end, Santa hid behind his chair while Maya sat in his seat, surrounded by teddy bears as I held her hand. Before they took the picture, Santa popped up stealthily and smiled for the camera. Not the most ideal Santa photo, but I must admit it will make for a memorable tale when Maya gets older.
Plus, we now have the ubiquitous Santa photo with the crying toddler, and Mom's hand holding said toddler's hand with Mom's body mysteriously cropped out. While the photo won't make the holiday cards this year, it will be in the scrapbook of memories.
Afterwards, as we all stopped for coffee and a snack, Maya realized that she didn't tell Santa what she wanted for Christmas!
"Can we go back and see him with Daddy?" she asked.
"Do you want to see Santa again?" I questioned.
She started to tear up, and I hugged her and whispered, "Don't worry. When I spoke to Santa, I told him that you wanted a Calico Critters dollhouse for Christmas. And you know what he said? He said that you were a very good little girl all year and he would make sure you received the dollhouse."