Kaylee had the opportunity to meet with Santa on three separate occasions before Christmas. By the third time, she kind of sort of like him.
Visit 1: Our friends Rob and Mary had some friends over to visit with Santa.
The Verdict: Was not impressed. Had no intentions of sitting on his lap.
Visit 2: Santa at Daycare
The Verdict: Sat on his, but did not like it. Our child is the one crying in the bottom left corner.
Visit 3: Jackson's Birthday
The Verdict: Sitting on Santa's lap with an almost smile!
Repeated exposure to Santa helped tremendously. She's no longer afraid of the concept of Santa (strangers in generally are fairly scary to her). And by the time Christmas rolled around, when asked who was coming to her house, she would respond, "Satan!" (that's no misprint, Santa really sounded like Satan coming out of our toddler's mouth). "What is Santa bringing you, Kaylee?" "Candy!" Oh, the memories!
Even though Christmas is over, Santa is long but forgotten. Last night at the grocery store, Kaylee saw a white-haired, bearded man and said, "Santa!". She followed it up with a "Ho, Ho, Ho" As we walked by. Goodness gracious!