I don't remember Santa being so scary. She was fine while we were waiting in line. She was eager to get through the building where Santa was waiting. She was peeking around me, leaning forward as far as possible. She was asking for Santa, and acted like she couldn't wait. When we got into Santa's shop she saw him sitting in his chair. She waived, said, "Hi Santa," and gave him a high-five. When Mommy put her in his lap- all hell broke loose. As you can see she was no longer asking for Santa. There was no more waiving and high-fiving Santa. Nothing but screams and tears. Poor Santa.
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