The Elf Santa
On our way to see Santa tonight, I asked Guillermo what he was going to say he wanted for Christmas.
"A Star Wars sticker book," he said from the backseat of the car.
"A Dora sticker book," Maya answered.
"If he asks you if you've been good, what are you going to say?" I asked.
"Yes," he answered.
As I started to list for him all the ways I thought he had been good, Guillermo informed me that the Santa he was visiting tonight was not the real one. This guy, Guillermo said, was just an elf, filling in for Santa.
"Really," I asked. "What is the real Santa doing?
"You know, he's eating" at the North Pole.
I knew we shouldn't have let him watch Elf last year, but it was on on Christmas Day and it is just so funny, too funny to turn off, even if our then 3-year-old was watching with a look of confusion over his face.
We went to see Santa at the ArtsCenter. This Santa is great. First off, there was no line and nobody waiting behind us for awhile either. He talked to Guillermo and Maya for at least five minutes. He told them a story about how Rudolph's nose was red (the story had something to do with Rudolph not being able to fly and then some fairies gave him a red nose that gave him the power of flight), showed them pictures of the rest of the reindeer, told them he liked chocolate chip cookies best (Guillermo, by the way, said his favorite cookies were raisin. Yuck!) and that he needed three on Christmas Eve. Santa said he also wanted milk and that he needed nine carrots, but only the small ones.
When Santa asked who their favorite reindeer was, Guillermo said Rudolph. Maya, of course, gave her favorite answer: Dora.