I know it's not cool to like the mall anymore, but we spent a night at the mall/mall area and had a Christmas blast. What started out as Fern and me running a couple errands, turned into whole family Polar Express edition.
We did some out of the mall stuff then had dinner at Carrabba's. We haven't been eating out much (aside from $5 Hot-n-Ready pizzas), so the kids were heart eyes for the experience. Man, they were so nice to us!
Side story: Burl asked to speak to "the person in charge of that place" because he was so impressed. We told Ken, the manager, about how Burl wants to be a chef. Ken invited Burl back for a tour of the kitchen and to make his own pizza. Five days later, my dad (the actual professional chef in the family) took him back. They let him try every part of it-even the fire oven! To top it off, they gave him his own chef's coat. Support Carrabba's-they are good people! Burl wrote the kindest thank you letter.
After our Carrabba's dinner, we headed to the mall. Of course we had to talk to Santa! We don't "do" the whole Santa thing, but my kids always appreciate a brush with magic, believed or now.
As the pictures show, it's obvious that the line went quickly and everyone waited patiently. Lark was there for it all too, but he was way past his bedtime. John had him moving in the stroller.
Usually they're timid sheep when it comes to talking to Santa, but collectively they are wild things being silly through it all. Those mischievous smiles tell the story of what a good night we had together.
(That's not the first time those overalls have met Santa. Remember this?)
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