Well, today we began Christmas festivities in earnest. After a morning of cleaning, we all headed off to Edmonds to see the Ballet Academy of Performing Arts perform Act II of Le Petit Nutcracker. For all of Harry’s assertions that boys don’t dance, he was mesmerized. It was especially amusing to see him cheering on the “boys” who did the Chinese dance. I don’t know if I should tell him that they were girls in pants with their hair tucked under their hats. Annie, our little ballerina in waiting, was utterly transfixed. I think this particular event is going to become an annual tradition for a while.
Then it was off to see Santa and then dinner at the Macaroni Grill. The dinner was tasty, but the customer service was…yeah. I don’t know what went wrong. Oh well.
Of course, the main event was the meeting with the big guy. The neat thing about Alderwood Mall is that it’s always the same Santa, or as Harry understands, Santa Ambassador aided by Foreign Service Elves. This is what happens when you try to compensate in a year where the child sees 3 or 4 different Santa’s. Santa is at the North Pole, but he sends ambassadors to malls and consuls to smaller events to be his face to the world. Oh yeah, and he needs to develop faster than light travel so he can take toys to children on Earth’s colonies that will be in place in a couple of billion years when the sun goes nova.
Yes, there is a huge house of cards that will come crashing down with the Santa talk.
Anyway, aside from consistency, there’s a neat aspect of having the same Santa every year. He’s a growth chart.