Santa {and his elves} {and his reindeer}

This is the conversation that took place between my two oldest daughters on Saturday just before we went to see Santa:

The Kindergartener {in her most exasperated tone}: Do you understand that Santa doesn’t make the toys??

The Preschooler: Yeah. Only dwarves do.

The Kindergartener: No, no, no! They’re elves, not dwarves!

And, at this point I stepped in to prevent the argument from escalating and suggested that maybe Santa’s helpers are just small people. I also reminded them that it’s very possible that Santa 2012 {and his festively adorned petite assistants} shop at places like Target where the toys are already assembled. Pure speculation on my part, but they need to know that Santa is both industrious and very interested in time management.

So, once that matter was settled, we were off to see the man himself. And, everyone was very excited:

Well, one person was a little concerned about him. As with anything that has fur, she was certain he was a “doggie.”

As we got closer, panic set in:

And, sadly, neither his authenticity nor his jolly-ness was enough to win her over:

It’s a rite of passage in our family to be scared of him {with outstretched arms} at around this age.

Once we recovered from the photo op, everyone was excited to see the live reindeer. There was some question about how the reindeer were surviving the spring-like weather conditions when they’re used to the frigid climate of the North Pole, and honestly, I have no idea what they think about this crazy weather. All I know is they’re very festive with their huge antlers and their jingle bell collars.

And, these big “doggies” {along with a few cookies} made the trip all worthwhile, even for those who were momentarily traumatized by Santa himself.

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