Friday, December 5, 2008
We have a Christmas tradition of going to Marshall Field's (now Macy's) on State Street to see their holiday windows and have lunch under the big tree in the Walnut Room. When the kids were younger we always saw Santa at Marshall Field's because this is where the real Santa is known to hangout. I will never forget Lulu's first visit to Santa, she was beyond creeped out by the big guy. When she finally felt comfortable enough to go near him, she shoved her wet little hand into his beard and began twisting the acrylic fibers. Lulu's little fingers had the same magical effect as twisting a fork covered with gum and peanut butter into Santa's itchy beard. She had wound her hand in so tight that her fingers were turning blue. It ends up that the real Santa must not have been available that particular day, because this impostor Santa was not even a little amused.