Mall Santas are hit or miss. Last year was a huge miss: no patience, no laughs, borderline rude. No Miracle on 34th Street baby. Lucky for him I couldn’t actually tell off Santa Claus in front of the kids or he would’ve gotten an earful.
But this year… This year we got the Good Santa. Even our oldest — who’s been asking a lot of questions lately — came away impressed.
Sometimes the right twinkle in the eye can make a young boy dream again… If only just for one last time.
P.S. For those who’ve been counting: we’re missing the little one in these pics. She was a bit too impressed to sit on Santa’s lap…