I'm really relieved that Jack didn't burst into tears when we sat him on Santa's lap. He was a little confused at first, and Santa didn't really say anything to him/us (I think he was trying not to freak out Jack - just be still and maybe he won't notice I'm a strange person), but after a few seconds, we got a great smile out of Jack. The background was a little lacking, so I spruced it up using an online photo editor; not the best job in the world, but I'm no photo editing professional! Ha!
I have always loved Santa Claus. In fact, Santa still visits me every year. I always make sure to spend Christmas Eve at my Mom's house so he'll know where to find me. I never get over the excitement of coming down the stairs on Christmas morning to see what gifts are waiting under the tree. When I was about 16 my Mom and I had this conversation about Santa:
M: We need to talk about Santa.
J: No we don't.
M: Jess, you do know that I---
J: Shhhh! I said I don't want to talk about that.
M: But you do know, right.
J: I know I really like "Santa" to visit me.
M: Well, "Santa" really likes visiting.
J: Good, so "Santa's" going to keep showing up.
M: "Santa" would love to.
J: Well, then, that's settled.
I hope my immaturity seeps into Jack and he can find magic and wonder in Christmas as long as I have. Santa now visits Jack, Dennis, Mom, and me on Christmas Eve.