We stood in line for an hour and a half to see the man in red. Some nice people who were also waiting offered us a handful of roasted chestnuts, which tasted not-as-good as they sound in that one song where that guy sings about “chestnuts roasting on an open fire”. They were bland and they kinda tasted like a potato. When we finally made our way to the front of the line, Santa was waiting with almost-open-arms. He looked tired, but he offered us a semi-jovial hohoho anyway. The boys climbed up onto Schwanta’s lap and he did the whole: “what do you want for Christmas little boy?” thing. And it was news to me, but apparently Indy wants: a silver bell and some ice-skates and Sawyer just wants: one gumball and one candy.
Happy holidays everyone–may your days be merry and bright and filled with lots of silver bells and gum balls.