Our family recently enjoyed the downtown Christmas parade and Festival of Lights. As the parade was drawing to an end, hoards of children were waiting for the prized float with the man to come down the lane. When Santa turned the corner in all his white-bearded, red-suited glory, children everywhere started to squeal.
“There he is!”
I lifted 2-year-old Mary Elizabeth above the crowds of manic children, so she’d have a better shot of catching a glimpse of Santa. “Can you see?” I asked.
She nodded with a very serious expression upon her face. It seems her opinion of the jolly, old man is not quite as approving as the surrounding multitude.
My daughter warily eyed the waving and ho-ho-hoing Santa and said, “That guy makes me nervous.”