Ava hopped right on Santa's lap and told him exactly what she wants: A ballerina doll that she saw in a toy magazine.
Zoe wasn't interested in going near him, so we sat her on his lap. No tears, but she wouldn't even look at him.
She gradually slides off.
All she wanted was her coloring book and she was ready to go. Ava was cozy and could have hung out on Santa's lap all day.
We have seen large, heavy, white-bearded old men all over town this month...out to dinner, at Target...they're wearing regular clothes, but Ava's theory is that maybe it really is Santa and he's just checking up on kids to see if they should be on the naughty or nice list. I think she's right.
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