Every year since, well, since I've been born, I've attended the annual Breakfast with Santa at the life insurance company my paternal Great-Grandfather helped found. I've documented those wonderful mornings in both of the last two years.
This year we took our four and two of my nieces to the much-slimmed down affair, which again featured cookie decorating for the kids.
This was followed by a craft project where the kids made their own paper ornament, with some help from Mom.
For me the best part of these gigs was always the sausage, but a close second was the great gifts that were given to the kids. YaYa took home an art project to create a Tinkerbell mosiac window, right up her alley in theme and practice:
LuLu picked up a arts and crafts kit to make beaded necklaces and bracelets
Smiley walked away with a Shark dunking booth game for the tub. You attach a shelf to the bathroom tile with a suction cup and place the shark on top. You then take aim for the bullseye with a rubber fish toy they provide and if you hit it dead on the shark takes the plunge. He had a blast with it later that night. As a matter of fact, he used it again mere minutes ago.
Lump got a pink gloworm. For years I wanted to get our babies a gloworm but never did, and now we have not one but two!
Then they went to say 'thank you' to Santa.
This last shot was a second too late, as YaYa gave Santa a great hug and a thank you. It was bittersweet to me because she no longer believes in Santa. She asked Lisa flat out if he was real and she, as is our practice, told her the truth. So the Easter Bunny, St. Nick, Santa, and the Tooth Fairy are now unmasked. I wished I could have got the shot, because by this time next year I doubt she'll even be willing to play-act.
A very fun activity, and one I hope continues to the time of my Grandkids.