Oh, and a piñata.
Yeah, a piñata. Because isn't that at every holiday gathering in Minnesota?
I actually thought Anni was joking when she told me they have a piñata, but after the party today I see why. The kids had a ball -- almost as much as the parents who got called up to take a swing at the floating creche Christmas tree.
Santa made an appearance as well. As you can see, Colin didn't seem all too bothered by the jolly fella. Probably didn't even notice I had handed him off.
And in a surprise holiday gesture Elise decided she wanted to meet Santa. You talk about your Christmas miracles. This, coming from a girl who sometimes needs time to warm up to her own parents.
As she moved up the waiting line and closer to Santa, I could tell she was getting a little nervous. She then said she didn't want to sit on his lap. At some point there was a compromise: she'd stand in front of Santa.
Fair enough. But then she insisted on taking his basket of candy canes.
Well, sorry, ol' man Kringle. If the lady wants your basket, she's going to get it because Dad can't post a photo of one kid with Santa but not one of the other.
She got the basket. I got the photo. Santa got his basket back.
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