No Go with Ho-Ho

We went to the open house at my wifes nursing home. She is a nurse there...not a resident. We were waiting for 3 things.

1. The egg-nog. "The nog...where's the nog?"
2. The snacks. Rumor was... it was ham roll-ups and mini-cheesecakes. The rumor was right.
3. The big man. Papa Noel. Father Christmas. Kris Kringle. Saint Nick. Santa Claus.

I had a side bet with my son-in-law. Grandpa first..."I'm going to say it won't go well with Santa." Dad next..."I think he will be fine." Like Mitt Romney...I wish I would have bet $10,000 dollars.

Maybe it's the beard. Maybe it's the girth. Maybe it's all the whites and reds. Whatever it was...my little man wanted nothing to do with the big man.

That is one of my babies...Karen...holding her baby...Merrick. She tried to step in and save the situation. Santa suggested that Karen sit on his lap, and rolled his over-sized eyebrows. She settled for being by his side. It was a little better, but Merrick just didn't care to be around Santa.

Nice smile by mom...maybe next year it will be better for the baby.