The obligatory pic with Santa happened Wednesday at a gloriously NOT busy Santaland.
Eliza loved it - the whole thing - walking through the "North Pole" beforehand and seeing Santa's elves getting ready for Christmas, then walking through the Claus residence, and finally, getting to sit on his lap. She was shy (ohsoshy) but seemed to enjoy the experience nonetheless.
We don't talk about Santa very much around here. I mean, she knows about him, and has gleaned a lot of information from books, grandparents, friends, and some from Andy and me as well. It's not that we're Santa haters, we just don't focus on him/it as a focal point of the season or as a reason to behave. The whole 'Santa is watching' thing creeps me out. So we don't connect Santa with "naughty" or "nice". She knows he'll bring her a gift or two and they will be waiting under the tree on Christmas morning, and she thinks he's a pretty cool, magical dude. Oh, and he has reindeer! She loves that. So, for now that's where Eliza is with the whole Santa thing.
How do you all do the Santa thing in your house?