Santa terror

When I picked Sabrina up from daycare, the receptionist told me that Santa was there visiting and maybe I could bring Sabrina to see him. She also said that they birng the old kids there first because the younger ones can get scared. I laughed it off.

We hadn't made it to the mall to actually visit Santa last year and we hadn't done so this year either. I gathered Sabrina and her belongings and we went over to the room where Santa was. There were some 4 year olds there, each taking a turn on his lap. I was holding Sabrina as she looked on, studying very closely. I explained that this was Santa. and he visits on Christmas, etc.

One of the teachers then said she could have her turn. As I walk closer to Santa, Sabrina got closer and closer to my body. I sat her on his lap and she cried immediately. The kind of cry that means "I'm scared". Poor thing was terrified of that white beard/strange man/big red suit thing. I left her there for 3 seconds just to see if it would get any better and then I couldn't take it anymore and picked her up, saying "Sorry Santa...". He said "It's OK, it gets better with time". Maybe next year!