For several years now, around the holidays, the ad agency where I work has had a little afternoon Christmas party for people's kids, including a visit from Santa (a.k.a one of our graphic designers, who has naturally Santa-like attributes, and actually does the Santa gig professionally this time of year).
We've sort of introduced the character of Santa Claus to the girls, through books and things. I was hoping that when we brought them in for the party yesterday, maybe they'd make the connection between the guy in the red suit they'd seen pictures of and the guy in the red suit sitting there in the conference room. Barring that, I thought maybe they'd agree to sit on his lap, seeing as both of their grandfathers have beards, and the idea of being held by a big, hairy guy wouldn't be too scary to them. But no.
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