Finally it was my time to meet Santa. I didn’t know what to expect so I prepared myself, hammer in hand. Never know what kind of moves that guy might try.

.  hammer in hand

Auntie Hay got in line first and saved us a spot. Three hours later (so much for a New York minute)…

it was our turn and we finally got to see the big guy.

I gave him a once over to make sure he was the real deal.

I told him that I had been a very good boy and smiled for the camera.

Mommy and Auntie Hay wanted in on the action, and Auntie Hay was sucking up big time in hopes of getting a Chanel bag.

But then I decided to act my age (i.e., a typical 17 month old) and started to cry. I mean c’mon, that man was a little scary.

  Mommmmmy!

On the way out we got to see Santa’s reindeer.

Was I supposed to think these were real? They couldn’t fool me . I knew they were fake and gave one a big squeeze on the nose where it  really hurts. hehe.

It was a very fun day and a good thing I got to tell Santa what I want (lots of books). But I had to be sure he would know that I’ll be in Hingham on Christmas Eve.  He winked and thanked me for telling him but, being Santa, he said he already knew. Phew, that was a big load off my shoulders.