she's all talk

We tell her why, she better not pout and better not cry. We warn her that she might get coal if she doesn't go to sleep, and if it would help, she can count sheep. We talk about his sleigh a few times a day, and her favorite christmas carol lyrics are "laughing all the way". She couldn't wait to see his famous red hat and fluffy white beard, of all the things, is a little weird. When asked what she is going to ask him for, she replies "a purple dinosaur". The time was finally here; to meet the big guy and his nine reindeer. Dressed in our best we headed South - Santa, Santa, Santa was all that could come out of her mouth. She approached his work shop happily wide eyed, but as soon as she saw him, she about cried. With Mom, Dad & baby by her side, she finally agreed to go for a ride. In his sleigh that is. Where the lollipops were kept, until Dad knocked them over and made a huge mess. She managed to tell him about the dinosaur, said "thank you, Merry Christmas" and headed for the door. Fifty bucks later and a 2010 family portrait with santa to show, come next year we'll remember that she's all talk, when it's time to go.