Santa

This evening we made an impromptu stop at the Bass Pro Shop.  It was 9 pm and the winter wonderland was nearly deserted.  Santa was still there, and while C would've been happy just to look at the train that was set up, we did convince him to go see Santa.

Santa is not a big deal in our house.  We don't really do the whole Santa thing.  We talk about how the wise men brought presents to baby Jesus and that's where we got the tradition of giving each other gifts for Christmas.  C's presents come from Mommy and Daddy and not Santa.  But, we are not anti-Santa.  C knows who Santa is...and as he gets older we hope to teach him that Santa is a fun thing to pretend...like dragons and dinosaurs...and that it's ok to do that...and hopefully (fingers crossed) he will not be the kid who shatters some child's belief in the jolly old fellow who brings them presents each Christmas.  But, hey, at least C won't be the one that comes home crying and calling me a liar.  Right?

The elves asked C if he was a police man and he replied, "No, not today."  We captured this face when they told him to give them his best police man smile...

I love my little cheeseball!