tragedy struck. (dun dun dun)
That was until the activites commitee chair thought to call her son's seminary teacher to ask a huge favor. That favor being to put on a plush velvet suit (remember its about 80-ish degrees . . . some of us decided Santa puts on black flip flops when he comes to Texas) let about 140 "primary" age children sit on his lap, tell him what they would like for Christmas, and hand out candy-canes. Of course he obliged, and by the look of the line, was a hit.
He said it was a little awkward at first (really is a strange thing we do) but quickly found his niche. Several elves commented he was a very sweet Santa asking each child their name, if they'd been good and what they would like for Christmas- even if he couldn't hear their answers. (stinkin' north pole hair and soft voices). There were a few kids that were scared but plenty that were awfully excited. Dreams do come true, even in the cultural hall.
I've never loved Santa more. I sure hope I've been good.
3 comments:
Awh...if only Michael was there for that cute family picture!! ;)
Yes--Where was Michael???? When he see the photo--he will surely be sad he missed out!!
LOve your sweater. So cute. OH, and Michaels get up is nice as well!
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