We went to see Santa at a cabin at our local park again this year. S did not want to sit on his lap or go close to him, but we talked her into standing by him for a photo and then giving him a high five as we were leaving. M was a champ and told him what she wants: a pony with hair she can brush.
Inspiration . . .
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