Every now and then a true Christmas miracle blesses us.
I have taken our darling much longed for Miss Bee to Santa several times. But she’s 2, and to her Santa is some strange guy in a red suit. Last year she thought Santa was actually a dyslexic version Satan based on her extreme caution and tears.
This year the first time she saw Santa she clung tightly to me head buried into my protective chest. She’s usually so confident and bold this is not a side I’m used to. We’d tried to prepare her a little to warm her up to the idea by showing her photos of happy toddlers in Santa photos. It didn’t appear to work, she refused to even glance at Santa.
I’m not one to give up. I tried a different Santa. Once again she clung on terrified. The best we got was a tentative high 5 with mummy helping her hand.
But today was my Christmas miracle.
She’d been to a Christmas party and she was dressed in her new Christmas dress. I rolled my eyes as I almost jokingly suggested to her dad that we try visiting Santa. Surely there’d be another encore of the clinging ivy Santa performance.
But today an angel was sent to Earth to be Santa for my 2 year old. He noticed her look at the teddies. Then climbed down off the huge imposing red chair and sat on the carpet leaning against the chair. He grabbed a teddy and played the good old icebreaker of peekaboo with her and the Teddies. She tentatively smiled then giggled then went over to Santa by choice. No clinging on at all. The photographer appeared with bubbles. One of her favourite things. I blew bubbles as Santa gently lifted her and Teddy onto his knee still playfully engaging her in a very grandfatherly fashion. Then the magic moment when she was giggling and smiling while cuddling Teddy and Santa.
“I’ve got a really cute one” whispered the photographer as I quickly jumped up to see the screen. Then I promptly burst into tears of happiness. She looked perfect. Not just because she was smiling but because the smile was genuine and Santa’s smile was warm and the bubbles floated over them adding to the moment of magic. Sure they’re on the floor but I know this year, this Santa photo will always be my favourite.
It was one of those times where life seems perfect. Serendipitously not a soul was waiting in the queue and Miss Bee got to see Santa at leisure. He was the perfect Santa. At last she saw Santa the way countless children see him: as the jolly bearer of Christmas joy.
Of course I bought the biggest photo pack I could carry.