We've been prepping Pixie all week to see the real-deal Santa Claus at our church Christmas party tonight and she was a jumble of excitement. Pixie put on her special Christmas dress and practiced what she was going to say to the jolly old elf in order to make the best impression possible.
Santa showed up just before dinner and settled himself in an armchair outside the main dining room. He was an older gentleman from our church with good bone structure for the job and looked great in his thick red suit and full beard. We were the first ones in line. "Do you want to sit on Santa's lap, honey?" Pixie gave me that big blue-eyed stare and gaped at him, horrified. Santa was enormous and ready to stuff her into his bag and pack her back to the North Pole the second I released her hand - nothing at all like the cute little 2" Santa toy she played with at home. It was all I could do to get her to sit in his lap and you can see from the picture how excited she was about that.
We beat a hasty retreat. But she did spend the rest of the evening wanting to go and stare grimly at Santa, just so long as we didn't get within grabbing distance. It's funny to me how some things look so terribly good on paper but once you've experienced the real deal, they lose some of the magic. The picture sums it all up.