Luke was nine months old the last time he sat on Santa’s lap.  Like my mother did with me, I thought that it would be a tradition every year.  However, my son wasn’t having it.  He wanted nothing to do with that guy. 

This year, as always I asked him if he would go with me to visit Santa?  Yes, he said.  Will you sit on his lap?  And to my surprise the answer was, “Yes”.  I was thrilled.

So, I throw on his best red shirt and jeans (because my child has no vests, thank you very much) and headed to the mall.

We arrived to the Santa Place and I began to see my little man getting a little apprehensive.  I got down on my knees and told him he didn’t have to do it if he didn’t want to.  I told him I just wanted a picture, but I understood if he just simply wanted to look at him.  I held his little chin in my hand and said, it’s just for me honey, but I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to.  He looked up at me and said, “OK mom, I won’t say anything to him, I will just take my picture for you.”

I’m so proud of my little guy!

And of course I had to reward my brave boy with the messiest cookie ever!

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