We have a Christmas tradition of going to Marshall Field's (now Macy's) on State Street to see their holiday windows and have lunch under the big tree in the Walnut Room. When the kids were younger we always saw Santa at Marshall Field's because this is where the real Santa is known to hangout. I will never forget Lulu's first visit to Santa, she was beyond creeped out by the big guy. When she finally felt comfortable enough to go near him, she shoved her wet little hand into his beard and began twisting the acrylic fibers. Lulu's little fingers had the same magical effect as twisting a fork covered with gum and peanut butter into Santa's itchy beard. She had wound her hand in so tight that her fingers were turning blue. It ends up that the real Santa must not have been available that particular day, because this impostor Santa was not even a little amused.
3 comments:
That's so funny! I always think it strange that so many kids are scared of Santa, when his business is kids! I know I was terrified to go near him when I was little. Thanks for sharing the great pic and the story.
Lori
I think it's the "He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake" thing.
Then mom drags you to the mall and practically forces you to sit on the scary old stalkers lap.
Yep. Pretty creepy.
lol!
Today we were in the Walnut Room admiring the big tree and I said to Loopy, "I bet there are people who have the tradition of coming here every single year..." as we looked around at the tables of families! How funny is that? The tree was gorgeous. Veto and I like to meet up under the clock.
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