So one thing was deemed moi importante this Christmas season: taking Lily to see Santa Claus. Clarification - important to me not to Lily. Santa of course was fabulous, very nice and kind and completely decked out with a hat, beard, and a soft red and white coat. But she would have none of it. We sat close to Santa at first to see if we could warm up to him enough to be placed on his lap for a silly picture - a must have.
I've never seen her quite so shy, apprehensive and for lack of a better word completely terrified...
we tried coercing her with a cute fuzzy moose and a few other things Santa had - nope.
this is what we got : pure terror.
poor thing, she wouldn't even let me get close to him.
So what does this mean for the man in the big red suit? ... we'll try again next year, and hopefully I won't feel like a terrible parent subjecting my child to scary monsters.
















