Santa

Jack wrote a letter to Santa and dropped it in the mail (so cute that mailbox that spits snow at you!).

Henry sat on Santa's lap. Jack was having no part of it and we didn't coerce him. He did talk to "Santa" on the metro last month. A large man with a bushy white beard sat next to him on the subway and he said "Look, Daddy, it's Santa." And my poor husband turned red and looked a little embarrassed and the man, thankfully, said "Yes, I am. I'm making my list and checking it twice. Have you been good this year?" To which Jack said "Yeah..."

He must get that all the time. Large man, white beard... I'm just sayin'.

GiGi snapped a good picture of us in Santa's village. (Note Santa at minimum safe distance.)

Then we rode the carousel.

And after that we went to lunch.

It's our third year doing this particular set of activities with my mom a week or two before Christmas. Clearly it has become a tradition.