Now that we’ve fully embraced Christmas as a family, I thought it only fitting that
I get a cute photo of my kids in Santa’s lap Archer and Fable meet with Santa, so last night we just did that. We journeyed to our favorite Encinitas haunt with my parents and sibings, roasted some ‘mellows, sipped some Mulled wine (parents only) and stood in line for some festive Santa action.
Archer with my brother, David
Fable with my dad
The line was surprisingly quick considering the vast assortment of children great and small scurrying around the gardens, and Archer waited patiently, standing on his tip-toes trying to sneak a peek at Santa through a thicket of lights and plants.
“Is there anything you want to ask Santa?” my mother asked.
Archer thought for a moment and then proclaimed excitedly, “Yes! I’d like to know how old he is!”
“Is there anything else you want to ask him? Like… what you want for Christmas, maybe?”
“Oh yeah! I forgot about that,” he smiled. “But I also want to know how old he is.”
We arrived at the front of line, Santa introduced himself to Archer who crawled happily onto his lap.
“Ho, ho, ho,” Santa said, “What would you like for Christmas, Archer?”
“I would like to know how old you are.” Archer said.
“I’m very old,” Santa replied.
“So old I can’t remember!”
“Like a hundred?”
“Even older than that!”
Thoroughly impressed, Archer went on to tell Santa about the wooden Treehouse he’s spent the last month playing with at our local toystore – how “it’s his favorite and he would love THAT treehouse for Christmas. The one from the toystore, you know which one I mean?”
“I do indeed!” Santa said before forking over a candy-cane and helping Archer down off his lap.
“Merry Christmas,” he said.