Santa FAIL (Part One)

Every year our local fire department has a holiday event where they open the station up to kids, bring in a Santa, and collect toys for Toys for Tots. Norah loves fire trucks and we support Toys for Tots every year, so heading over seemed to be a no brainer.

She was really into the truck and kept trying to pull down the hose.

They had the kids line up to first get in the truck and then to see Santa. This is how she felt about waiting in line:


Like the festive outfit?


She was totally into the truck, but was totally not into climbing in it by herself and having the door shut.


She was very taken by the Christmas tree, but was not excited to see Santa one bit.

In fact, she was having no part of going anywhere near Santa. She didn't cry (she isn't a big crier, really, unless it is 3:00 am), but she wrapped those little arms around BVZ's neck for dear life and wouldn't let go. She wouldn't even LOOK at Santa.

She didn't let up until we took her to another room (and let her have a bite of a mini powdered donut), and Santa was out of sight.


I don't blame her, really. Santa IS pretty creepy looking, and I am relieved she doesn't willingly go to strange men offering candy.