I took Ruston on Monday to visit Santa Claus again. We discussed what was going to happen on the way there, hoping to prevent any major breakdowns. (Santa will say hi, you will sit on his lap, tell him you want a tractor, don't forget to say please, smile for the camera, and then we will get out of there.) I even packed a tractor for Santa to magically pull out and give him. It didn't work. As soon as we started walking up his leg grip around my waist got extremely tight and he started loudly saying "tractor please, tractor please, tractor please." I guess he thought I'd let him skip the lap and picture part if he asked for the tractor nicely. Here's what we got...
But you know what did work to get rid of the tears? This fabulous Santa got down on the ground and started playing tractors with Ruston. He was going over bumps and up hills and popping wheelies. When they tried again, I didn't even have to do the crazy "make him smile" dance.
He's been talking about Santa ever since. "Mom, I play tractor with Santa." So sweet and what a wonderful memory for Ruston. It's nice to know there are people willing to spend some time to make a child feel good, rather than just take their parents money and send them on their way. Talk about spreading Christmas spirit. :)
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