Pulled from my Facebook archives to share with you.
Four days before Christmas 2010 I'm taking grand, who has been wearing a headband of reindeer antlers all day, shopping for a stuffed Rudolf. We have been to a lot of stores.
The next to last stop in Walmart, I put her in a basket facing me and headed through the door as she proclaims loudly, "I want a sticker!"
I stopped almost at the same instant by the door greeter. A small man of about 5'6" with a short trim white beard wearing a santa hat looked at Grand as her eyes opened wide and mouth sagged open. She sat stone silent for what seemed a very long time (in reality it was only seconds). He finally said with a quaint little smile on his face, "are you one of my reindeer?"
Grand slowly shook her head no. He handed her a sticker and said, "now be a good girl".
I rolled the basket around the corner and a little ways down the isle. She finally found her voice.
"Nini, Nini, do you think he was the REAL Santa?" I responded, I don't know sweetie, he could be..."
We continued down several isles before she spoke again.
"Nini, Nini...I don't think he was the real Santa."
I responded, "Well, he might not be."
Then she stated mater of factly, like I should have known... "I think he was an elf!"
The next to last stop in Walmart, I put her in a basket facing me and headed through the door as she proclaims loudly, "I want a sticker!"
I stopped almost at the same instant by the door greeter. A small man of about 5'6" with a short trim white beard wearing a santa hat looked at Grand as her eyes opened wide and mouth sagged open. She sat stone silent for what seemed a very long time (in reality it was only seconds). He finally said with a quaint little smile on his face, "are you one of my reindeer?"
Grand slowly shook her head no. He handed her a sticker and said, "now be a good girl".
I rolled the basket around the corner and a little ways down the isle. She finally found her voice.
"Nini, Nini, do you think he was the REAL Santa?" I responded, I don't know sweetie, he could be..."
We continued down several isles before she spoke again.
"Nini, Nini...I don't think he was the real Santa."
I responded, "Well, he might not be."
Then she stated mater of factly, like I should have known... "I think he was an elf!"
