Why won't Santa talk to me?
Yesterday afternoon Sarah and I had to run some errands before heading home. We stopped by our local CVS to look for Xmassy plastic sandwich bag thingies (they didn't have any in case you're wondering). As soon as we walked in the door we saw an animatronic Santa which stood a little higher than Sarah. Apparently it has motion sensors somewhere in its body because it started to talk when people walked by.

"Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!" said Santa. Sarah's eyes grew the size of dinner plates.

"Look Mommy! It's Santa," she shrieked loud enough for the pharmacist to hear. She began to flap her arms excitedly, dancing in place. "Hey Santa! Hey! Hey Santa, over here."

Santa started to sing "Jingle Bells."

"Santa! Hi Santa! Hey Santa! Mommy, why won't he talk to me?"

"That's not the real Santa, honey. That's a pretend Santa." At this point Sarah's bottom lip was sticking out as she showed off her most dejected look - it's very effective. But the singing Santa didn't care. He continued to cheerfully sing Christmas carols. "Come on, let's go look for our stuff. We'll come see him later." Sarah faked a sniffle and took my hand, looking over her shoulder at Santa as we walked away.

On the way out she tried to get Santa to talk to her again, but of course he wouldn't. She sadly waved good-bye to him with the most pitiful look on her face. Made me want to go punch the creepy thing in the face. Stupid ole Santa-tron!

Sarah cheered up as soon as we exited the drugstore when I told her we were going to make cookies. Cookies always make things better. :)