Miss Morgan had been wanting to see Santa for months! I kid you not, MONTHS!!! She has never really been to keen on that strange bearded man in red, so I was really happy to see her all excited about him. We had been promising her that we'd go pay him a visit, and one Sunday she was begging me, with all the politeness you can ask for out of a 4 year old, to go and see him. So off to Bass Pro Shops we went, on a Sunday, at 3pm, to get our very widely advertised free picture with Santa. Maybe you already see where I'm going with this. It was absolute madness! Parking took a while as there was some kind of test drive event right in front of the store....REALLY?!?! Taking up like 20 prime parking spots for that? Dumb. Then we got inside and located the large group of people in the back corner of the store. As I approached the man to get our "Bass Pass" which would allow us to get in line at a certain time to see Santa, I noticed the ones he was handing out said 6:30pm. Great...it was 3. So when I finally got up to him he had run out of passes and attempted to tell me that there was no way were were going to see Santa that day. To quote Cher from Clueless, "As if!!!" I was not about to tell my daughter that we were not going to see Santa. Know why? Not just because she wanted to see him and was on the verge of tears at hearing this news, but because there was no line for Santa. They were calling Bass passes for 4:30 at this point. Everyone they had handed passes to for these later hours had left thinking that they would actually have to return at the time they were quoted on their pass. SHOCK, right? So I told the man that I was going to wait, and when ALL the people with the Bass passes up to the 6:30 time slot failed to show up when called by 3:45, I'd be waiting to see Mr. Claus. Not only did I think this way, but so did a line of over 100 families that stretched around the store. The manager then came over and told this guy that he was ridiculous for thinking that the Bass Pass people would actually show up 3 hours early when they were specifically told "go see a movie, have dinner...it'll be a while."
The very intelligent lady then started integrating us in with the trickling line of bass passers so that we could all have a turn on Santa's lap. He was a very unhappy, yellow bearded Santa, but to Morgan, he was Santa and she was so happy to see him. I'm glad I had a "I am woman, hear me roar" moment on this particular day.
Oh, and note that I was expecting a crying 1 year old picture of Mikayla with the big man and his belly full of jelly, but she actually reached for him and was quite content sitting on his lap. I was shocked, and a little upset because I was hoping for at least one traumatized child picture of her with Santa. Last year she didn't even make it to Santa's lap and I had to get in the picture with her. Sigh, maybe next year we'll see the waterworks! At least I got two cute pictures of my kids and the gift giver himself.
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| My monk, waiting in my line full of protesters. |
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| My big girl and Santa. |
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| Mikayla, not crying, Kinda bummed. |
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