This weekend, our neighborhood hosted a tree lighting ceremony with the Mayor, and a special guest. We waited outside for a while, during which I let slip that I thought that maybe Santa Claus would be coming too. "TELL ME THE TRUTH**!!" exclaims Tae, "Is Santa Claus really coming?"
Indeed, I was telling the truth, I think. Mayor Menino arrived on a trolley with dancing christmas trees, and then, there was Santa Claus. After they had lit the tree, it was announced that if you wanted to meet Santa Claus, you could line up to do so.
I asked Tae if she was interested in meeting Santa. Her response:
"Yes. This is my first time meeting Santa because every time he comes, I'm asleep."
Tae was very excited because she got a little goody bag from Santa with a button and a small coloring book with crayons. And then Mrs. Santa Claus gave her a candy cane. ("I didn't know there was a Mrs. Santa Claus too!" she told me.) We discovered later that she doesn't actually like cnady canes.
** The truth has become a big deal in our household. Mainly because I started asking Tae if she was telling the truth. Now, she asks me if I'm telling the truth ALL the time. As in if I say, "We can go to Qdoba another day," Tae will respond, "Are you telling me the truth? Are we going to Qdoba another day?"
I also predicate a lot of my statements with "What do you think?" As in, "Do you think that's really Santa Claus?" And of course, she did. She also told me that after the tree lighting, he was going home to the North Pole.
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