Last week, my husband and I met up with family to meet Santa who flew in by helicopter. Pretty cool. The kids were amazed. Yesterday, we met up with my husband's side of the family for a private visit with Santa at a different location. Even cooler. This Santa was older with his own white beard and ho-ho-ho voice versa the first Santa we saw, who was soft-spoken, had a long, fake beard and not a wrinkle on his face. It didn't take long before our smarty-pants, five year old picked up on it. "Why are there two Santas?" she asked my husband when we left the event. He answered, "what do you mean?"
"Well, the last Santa had a long beard and this Santa has a short beard."
My husband thought she was going to say their eyes were different colours - that's how detail oriented she is.
His explanation, 'Santa cut his beard.' and quickly changed the subject.
"Well, the last Santa had a long beard and this Santa has a short beard."
My husband thought she was going to say their eyes were different colours - that's how detail oriented she is.
His explanation, 'Santa cut his beard.' and quickly changed the subject.