She would cautiously smile at pictures of Santa. She most definitely grew excited about Christmas through Jackson's enthusiasm and happiness towards items and experiences.
Nothing prepared her for the big man himself though. Santa in person was a whole different story for Emerson. From the first glance she had of him, wrapping her arms around me, tightening her legs around my waist and staring hard in his direction, she was apprehensive.
It didn't matter if we warmed her up by letting her watch others sit on his lap.
It didn't matter if Jackson went with.
It didn't matter that Mom was within two feet away.
It didn't matter that she received a cookie after.
She glared at him after and probably hoped to never see him again.
Then when we did, she gripped to me and started to fight away with tears then second she laid eyes on him.
It didn't matter if we waited in the back of the room for a while.
It didn't matter if I went with her.
When we saw him again, this time at the North Pole, Em seemed to fidget at the thought of Santa.
When she wouldn't even say hi to Mrs. Claus we knew we were in for a repeat.
She watched J say hello while trying to run the other way. Torture she thought to sit on his lap one more time.
Jackson loved it, and Em we hoped would relax.
Of course she did not warm up to him, but eventually she said hi to the Mrs.
The last time was with a big crowd of people. Despite all the chaos, chatter, and lights, she still recognized Santa, and was reluctant to surrender to his happiness.
Maybe next year he won't be so scary Em.
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