All better now.
Last weekend, the weather wasn’t too terribly cold and pretty much begged us to be outside, taking full advantage of it. And so the kids and I (and Merry too) head off for a walk. I didn’t have any preconceived notions as to our destination, but we made our way towards the center of town. And then we ended up at Santa’s house. Our favorite Santa and the one we visit annually. The kids were excited, figuring I had planned it that way all along, but really it just kind of happened.
And that’s when I held my breath in the hopes that he was actually THERE, because this was definitely the earliest in the season that we’ve ever gone to see him.
And as we rounded the corner from the brightly Santa’s Workshop window, we peeked into the door and saw him. No line, no wait, and our favorite Santa. It was pretty much perfect.