Things got a bit awkward as we stood in line at Nanaimo North Town Centre the other day for the requisite picture with Santa. Our six year old was observing that Santa seemed to be in a lot of places at one time these days and isn’t that odd. As we desparately thought of a way to answer, she thankfully came up with her own explanation: these must all be Santa’s helpers. Problem solved. But then, a few moments later, in strolls our Santa and she observes that his beard isn’t nearly as full as the Santa in the promotional pictures. More silence; more desparate thinking. And again, before we have to come up with something, she notices a barber shop further down the mall – clearly he’s been for a shave. My husband and I glance at each other and smile – yes, a close shave.
Meanwhile our three year old seemed blissfully ignorant of all this – chewing ferociously on a candy cane – but I suspect those little wheels were turning and that she wasn’t buying any of her sister’s rationalizations. She’s silently biding her time, but at least we have a year to think of new explanations. For now she was happy enough to sit with our freshly-cut Santa and actually produce some faint smiles for the camera. She was almost as reluctant to show her joy as the two teenage boys who followed us. I watched with amusement while they dutifully sat with Santa; their mother holding their coats and looking very pleased with herself. Standing in line waiting for our prints, I asked the mother what it had taken to bribe her teens. She laughed and said it had taken a lot – to which the boys gave very satisfied grins – but it was worth it all because she now had a complete set of Santa pictures from new-born to sixteen. I wondered how soon we’d have to start bribing our girls.
In addition to photos with Santa, we always enjoy a good breakfast with Santa. The Rotary Club of Lantzville puts on a great event at Costin hall – tickets for the December 22 event are only $10 per family – and we’re looking forward to the pancakes and sausages again this year, but most importantly, the arrival of Santa. Each child gets a turn telling Santa what they’d like (while cameras of family members flash away below the
stage) and they all gather on the floor to play with the balloons and toys from the treat bag. The only snag this year is that our eldest daughter is able to read now and she’s discovered that Santa is having breakfast at several places at once… more awkward questions.
Happily free of awkward questions is the annual ritual of getting a Christmas tree. As we pulled into the lot, the kids don’t recognize it as our usual tree-picking spot, yet as we were paying for the tree on our way out, they were quick to remind the owner that he gave them chocolate treats last year. Oh, so you do remember! I was surprised how quickly we chose a tree this year. Usually we pour over every single one, debating the merits of each – height versus fullness, is that more blue than green – and then promptly forget the trees we first saw, and so start all over again. But this year we went, we saw, we bought (and got chocolates) in a matter of minutes.
Driving home, my husband did manage to raise one awkward question: why don’t we cut our own Christmas tree next year? Not realizing there would be no chocolate involved, the kids got very excited by the suggestion and asked me if I didn’t think that was a cool idea. Oh I was cool to the idea. My husband’s problem is that as a child he didn’t wade through knee-deep snow every year in the backwoods of Kitimat looking for the perfect tree, so he can blithely toss out these kinds of suggestions. We’ll see, I told the kids. We’ll see.

