Santa

I just found out a new Drea story that I love...

My mom takes Drea to Bob Evans every Tuesday for breakfast.

There is a local business owner who frequents the restaurant also that Drea sees sometimes who is a fairly large gentleman with white hair and a white beard. She has always thought he was Santa Claus for some reason (I guess it could be the white beard and the belly that shakes like a bowl full of jelly! ha ha ha!) Anyway, he's not there every time Drea is but when she sees him she always acts very shy because she has been afraid of Santa for quite some time. She refused to sit on his lap this year. She said she didn't want him to bring her any toys and especially did not want him coming to her house. And we didn't really mind because we don't pump her with a lot of Santa but pretty much everywhere you go everyone asks her what Santa's going to bring her or is Santa going to come to her house. She would usually just tell everyone "I don't like Santa."

This past Tuesday after their breakfast, many of the regulars were giving her money and fawning over her because she was about to turn three the next day. But she noticed "Santa Claus" sitting in a booth near them and when they stopped to say "hi" on their way out she said to him "Thank you for my presents." As he was trying to hide his giggling, he said "You're welcome" to her with a bright red embarrassed face.

I thought this was one of her cutest stories and I thought you all would enjoy, too.

Love you all. Hope you had a wonderful holiday.



P.S. The gentleman knows she thinks he's Santa Claus and gets a big kick out of it. I just don't think he was prepared to get raving "thank you" for his "contributions".