Santa made his round at our preschool last week.
The other day I asked the kids if they told Santa what they wanted for Christmas.
Sebastian beamed and said, “YES I did!”
“Did you sit on Santa’s lap?” “Yes,” came the excited reply.
“Fiona, did you sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want for Christmas?” “NO, I’m scared of Santa.”
o_0 If I was 2 years old and some dude with long white hair and a big belly wanted to carry me, I’d be scared to death too. Further examples that Santa can be very scary for 2-yr olds: just look here, here, and here. (Also? Remind me to tell you the story of how this guy insisted on giving me a hug so I locked myself in the bathroom for hours until he left)
“Yes he’s kind of scary isn’t he. He has a lot of white hair.”
Sebastian asked, “Why does he have so much hair? On his face too.”
“That’s called a beard. Some people have hair on their faces, like Baba does sometimes. And Santa always have a very long beard.”
Deep in thought, Sebastian asked, “Why does he have so much hair?”
Nanoseconds later, “WHERE is his mouth, and HOW does he eat?”
Good questions son. He eats when no one is looking, consuming mostly cookies and milk and then rushes away to other faraway places in his sleigh.
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Merry Christmas everyone. May you always believe in the magic, even if Santa isn’t part of it.