Santa Claus paid a visit to our church Christmas Party this weekend. Claire is not Santa's biggest fan and tried her very best to get and stay away from him. Actually, she was willing to accept a candy cane from him, but sitting on his lap was absolutely out of the question. If I think about it from her perspective, being forced to sit on a stranger's lap, a stranger dressed in red velvet, who's face is obscured, and who jiggles as he walks no less is probably exceedingly confusing. Her experience with strangers as a rule is fairly limited, apart from the ones always trying to take her picture, of course. She is never allowed to accept anything from a stranger and definitely not food, and we certainly don't encourage lap sitting of any kind. From her point of view, having her parents force her onto the lap of this red clad stranger was understandably somewhat traumatic.
So, we took a family photo instead and Daddy provided enough of a buffer to get a semi-decent shot.
Traumatized by Santa or not, I have a sneaking suspicion she's going to be very happy with all the presents he'll be leaving for her to open on Christmas morning.