My dad, aka my trusty manny, was Santa and Mrs. Claus’s official escort in our local mall parade yesterday. I truly think that riding in a Christmas parade with my girls and their papa and the fat man in the red suit and his wife added about 10 years to my life expectancy. (Edited to add: That last sentence sounds unintentionally weird to me. There’s nothing wrong with me. Physically any way. Ha.)
It took a while for Caitlin to warm up to Santa, although she never would really talk to him. And she was much more comfortable than the first time she met Santa three years ago and cried her eyes out over the prospect of being handed over to a strange man in a long red velvet robe. Amelia loved the bands and enjoyed the entire thing. The weather was perfect and we really couldn’t have asked for a better day. The girls are never going to forget their joy ride with Santa.