I took my kids to the Y tonight to see Santa. My son was fine with him, although he’s getting on the cusp of being too old, but my daughter wanted NOTHING to do with him or Mrs. Claus. I tried everything I could to convince her that Santa was nice and there was nothing to be afraid of but she kept saying, “I’m scared. I’m scared.” over and over again and clinging to me like glue. Seriously, I was holding her and she was pressed up to me so tightly it was as thought she were trying to crawl inside my skin to get away from Santa. Oh well, maybe next year. As a consolation prize we stopped for ice cream on the way home. Nobody complained about that.