As a rookie father I rely on the wisdom of others to navigate the slippery slope of parenthood. That is what makes blogs so great – you can read about someone else’s experience and learn about how you would handle a similar situation.
But what about Christmas? As a first time parent I read many blogs that had great pictures of their kids with Santa. There were smiling photos and crying photos and everything in between. That being said, not one of you mentioned that the wait to see the fat guy in the red suit was longer than any line at Disneyland. This would have been useful information for this naive Daddy!
My first inkling that we were in trouble was when we called the mall on December 24th and asked if Santa was still there (’cause, you know, he might have already headed back to the North Pole). He was there, I was told, but if we weren’t in line by 3:00 p.m. we wouldn’t get to see him. Okaaaaaaaay. We were also told he was on lunch from noon to 1:00 p.m. (it seems to me the guy could stand to miss a lunch or two). Well, we got there a little after 12:00 and there was already a line of about 20 to 30 kids. Andrea got in line and I took the babies with their grandmother and greatgrandmother to go shopping for even more clothes. We had lunch and brought Andrea her lunch a little after 1:00 p.m. It’s a good thing Andrea waited in line because the line was about 5 times longer by the time we got there.
An hour and 10 minutes later, we finally got to see Santa. We sat them on his lap, took the picture, got a candy cane and it was done. Although Santa was concerned enough to ask how long we waited. When we told him about 2 hours, he replied with a very apologetic look, “I’m sorry.” We told him not to worry – it was worth it. And, you know what? It was.
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