After we had our fill of food, those of us brave enough to face the winter chill (re: everyone except my parents, haha), loaded up in the van and visited Santa's Village. Santa's Village is an annual tradition here where the city puts together a miniature village in the "North Pole" for children to walk through, participate in festivities, and meet Santa Claus. It sure was frigid that night with the wind, but I'm so glad we went and experienced it with the kids.
They got to meet Clifford-
Jason may have been a little reluctant to let a giant red-sized dog put his paws on him. (And after re-reading the sentence I just wrote, I can understand why!)
I wish I had gotten a better photo of the enormous lit tree they had there, but my camera phone is temperamental on its best day. Suffice it to say, there was a great big tree, lit up with strands and strands of lights. Kristi and I chased Jack and Jason round and round that tree, while dutiful Jon waited in line to see Santa. The boys cannot get enough of being chased. It's the funnest, most exciting game to them, and they just light up the second they sense you coming. So after about 40 minutes of chasing, taking pictures by reindeer, listening to live music, and waiting...
...and a few more chase take-downs by Aunt Kristi of this little runner who didn't want to wait in line to see Santa...
...we saw the Big Man himself- Santa Claus!
The boys look a little dazed by it all, don't they?
Now it's Conner's turn to be dazed. Or is that terror?
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