This weekend we all went to Macy’s for some Christmas shopping. Yes, we’re nuts.
Dutifully, we all went to the eighth floor to have a peek at Santa. They have a viewing window for this, to entice you to go through Santaland and have your picture taken with His Jollyness. The peek was enough for Madge and she was ready to shop.
Coco, however, wanted the whole experience.
So he and I waited in line (or, since we’re in NYC, “on” line) for about an hour to get there. He was great the whole time. We sang a little until he told me to stop. Then I held him a while, then set him down again. Really, it was fine. And we didn’t see any of the backstage ickies described by David Sedaris in his “Santaland Diaries.” (If you haven’t read or heard this piece, do so as soon as possible. Your holidays will be improved.)
Finally, we reached Santa and Coco hopped up on his lap and wasn’t afraid. A little shy, perhaps, but he reported his wish for Pirates of the Caribbean stuff when asked.
Then stupid me sat down too and when asked I got choked up and asked for the kids to be healthy.
I was overcome with sentiment and wasn’t thinking straight. I should’ve asked for a Red Ryder carbine action two-hundred shot range model air rifle with a compass in the stock and this thing that tells time.
Other Coco news: Yesterday, after school, his teachers were beaming and Coco told me he was “muy bien” that day. In case you didn’t know, the little guy has quite a temper, aside from his stubborn core. This means that he sometimes doesn’t “use his words” at school. He tends to retaliate physically. Less so when he is attacked, but more so when friends of his are. (When this happens, I don’t know if I should be upset or proud. So I get to be conflicted. Luckily, I don’t have to step out of character to do that.) But yesterday he got scratched by a fellow tyke and simply told the teacher rather than scratching back (and Coco has mean claws). Yay, him.
Maybe he knows Santa is watching. (The school is full of toys, after all.)
Dutifully, we all went to the eighth floor to have a peek at Santa. They have a viewing window for this, to entice you to go through Santaland and have your picture taken with His Jollyness. The peek was enough for Madge and she was ready to shop.
Coco, however, wanted the whole experience.
So he and I waited in line (or, since we’re in NYC, “on” line) for about an hour to get there. He was great the whole time. We sang a little until he told me to stop. Then I held him a while, then set him down again. Really, it was fine. And we didn’t see any of the backstage ickies described by David Sedaris in his “Santaland Diaries.” (If you haven’t read or heard this piece, do so as soon as possible. Your holidays will be improved.)
Finally, we reached Santa and Coco hopped up on his lap and wasn’t afraid. A little shy, perhaps, but he reported his wish for Pirates of the Caribbean stuff when asked.
Then stupid me sat down too and when asked I got choked up and asked for the kids to be healthy.
I was overcome with sentiment and wasn’t thinking straight. I should’ve asked for a Red Ryder carbine action two-hundred shot range model air rifle with a compass in the stock and this thing that tells time.
Other Coco news: Yesterday, after school, his teachers were beaming and Coco told me he was “muy bien” that day. In case you didn’t know, the little guy has quite a temper, aside from his stubborn core. This means that he sometimes doesn’t “use his words” at school. He tends to retaliate physically. Less so when he is attacked, but more so when friends of his are. (When this happens, I don’t know if I should be upset or proud. So I get to be conflicted. Luckily, I don’t have to step out of character to do that.) But yesterday he got scratched by a fellow tyke and simply told the teacher rather than scratching back (and Coco has mean claws). Yay, him.
Maybe he knows Santa is watching. (The school is full of toys, after all.)
ps. sorry this is late, but Julie was home with Bronchitis and did some work on the computer during the day.
2 comments:
Julie, hope you are feeling better!
What a great Santa, even with the cherry nose. Great picture too, glad you put in the blog.
my birthday is december 23rd. i hit macy's (aka "the REAL santa") on my 21st, since it was a 'landmark'. and a picture of me on santa's lap (i think from when i was 18 or so) is the photo i submitted for my senior yearbook in college. viva claus!!!
(and viva julie -- hope she's feeling better!)
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