We went to a local Supper with Santa last night. It was held in an elementary school, which Aviana now refers to as Santa’s School. We don’t really do Santa; we tell her that Santa is pretend. I still think it’s a sweet tradition. Well, it would be if it didn’t drive her to tears! The whole way there, she said she wasn’t going to sit on his lap, just stand by him. Then when we actually got there, she was petrified and was clutching Kevin for dear life, and shrieked when he got her too close to the man in red.
She did enjoy the candy and juice box Santa’s helper gave her. We made some little crafts and she got a gingerman tatoo on one hand, and the word “JOY” (her middle name) on the other. It was a fun night!
Now Aviana is at my mom’s for the weekend, and it is pretty quiet around here, even with Brielle going “oooooh, goooooo”.