Anyway, Trey's mom had the idea that this year we should go to Santa's Village in downtown Huntsville. It's actually set in Constitution Village, a working 1819 replica "village" that's part of the EarlyWorks museum complex, so it's got a lot more charm than your usual mall Santa location. So after a quick dinner at Steak N Shake, we all headed downtown.
It was unseasonably warm, like not-even-a-jacket-warm, but that worked out really well, since most of the attraction is outdoors. And it really was a neat place. There was a sleigh for the kids to climb in, an icicle maze, cookie decorating, reindeer to pet, a high school chorus signing, people dressed as bears or penguins or elves wandering around, and even a blacksmith. And of course, there was Santa.
Trey was the first one of our group to sit on Santa's lap, and he rattled off his two wishes with no problem. Micah, though, was completely distracted by a pile of toys to Santa's left and spent half of his time muttering in the opposite direction of Santa's ear. When I told him to talk directly to Santa, he then began rattling off a list that started with a CSX diesel locomotive, then moved on to every type of railcar there is. Santa cut him off about five cars in with, "Okay, a train set, then, right?" and then asked us if we knew about Southerland Station. Which, uh, yeah we do, but you're Santa, remember? So how about you stop putting in a plug for local toy stores because SANTA HAS ELVES. Work with me here, dude.
Aerin was just happy to see Santa, mostly because she really has no idea who Santa Claus IS. She requested that he bring her a Santa. And a snowman. I don't think he really knew what do with either request, so he ditched her pretty quickly in favor of the next kid, who had clearly memorized a toy catalog.
By the way, I love Micah's facial expression in his picture with Santa. Skeptical boy is skeptical.
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