Santa Isn’t Just For Crybabies
Everywhere I look they are restless.
Throwing caramel corn on the floor. Running around, wild-eyed and over-tired. Fussing because they are hungry and tired. Crying because it is 48º and nearing bedtime.
We wait in line for what seems like an eternity. We are holding hands, beacons of stillness amongst the chaos.
This was not a good idea.
We have been here forever.
Hayden is the oldest one here.
Why are all these babies here?
My feet are numb.
Hayden begins to pull on my arm. “C’mon! Let’s go see Santa!”
One by one children are placed in Santa’s arms. A swaddled infant. A crying ten month-old. A shrieking two year-old.
All with looks of fear and betrayal in their wet eyes, as if to say, “Mother, how could you do this to me!”
Finally, it is our turn.
Hayden, do you want us to go with you, or by yourself?”
We beam with pride.
We try to hear what he says to Santa.
The camera man jingles some sleigh bells, and Hayden smiles.