It's also a convenient excuse to spend the whole day at the museum, the kids love the winter-themed exhibits--
--and here, unlike at most other places, you can take your own photos of these magical moments:
|Syd still gets a little freaked out anticipating visiting with Santa--she was consumed by the "naughty or nice" question this year.|
|Will, on the other hand, couldn't give a flip how naughty she was--she wants a robotic dinosaur for Christmas!|
|I couldn't hear what they were saying, but considering that Will's letter to Santa this year stated that she'd been "somewhat good lately," there's really no telling.|
But I do enjoy these special times, as fleetingly as they come and go, as hard as I work to manage them and plan them. I memorize the expression on my true believer's face as she nervously contemplates whether she has, in fact, been naughty or nice this year. I smile at my ten-year-old, as blissfully "ice fishing" for stuffed fish as the couple of toddlers next to her are. And once I have snapped many, many photos of my children talking with Santa, and I'm positive that I've gotten THE shot, then yes, I do put down my camera, breathe deeply, wonder what they're saying to each other to make the kids giggle like that and Santa to have that particular expression on his face...
... and yes, fine. For a few seconds, I focus on the moment.