Yesterday I drove down Main Street in my parents' town, and saw Santa Claus by the Post Office. I drove home and asked Mr M if he wanted to go sit on Santa's lap to tell him what he wanted for Christmas.
"No. I already wrote him a letter. He already knows what I want."
"He's also giving out candy. Do you want to go get free candy?"
"No! I don't want to sit on Santa's lap."
So, I had my youngest sister, my niece, and my two older kids get in the car so they could sit on Santa's lap. I dropped them off, and decided I'd go back to my parents' to get the younger kids that were still there.
I pulled up to the house, and all the younger boys were playing in the front yard. I told them to get in the car and I was going to take them to see Santa. They all got really excited. Except for Mr M.
"I said I don't want to go."
"I know. But you're going. Get in the car."
I told my nephews to be thinking about what they wanted to ask Santa to bring them for Christmas. They talked excitedly about what was appropriate to ask for and what wasn't.
"Can we ask him for money?"
"I don't know. Maybe you should think of something else. Like some kind of toy."
"Can we ask for Bakugan cards?"
"NO! Bakugan cards. They have little balls that open into some little Bakugan things."
"Ok. Ask him for those."
We pulled up to the curb only to see that Santa was no longer sitting there. In the amount of time it took me to go back and get the boys, he'd packed up shop. I had to tell the boys that we were too late. They were all disappointed and let out a collective "Aughhhh!"
Except Mr M. He yelled out, "YES!" and pumped his fist in the air.
The kid did NOT want to see Santa.