Santa's Village

 

My father had the best plan ever, to take me to Santa's Village in the San Bernardino Mountains.  I thought we were going to the North Pole.  We'd visit Santa Claus, go on rides, and enjoy the snow.  The ride to the mountains was horrible for me.  I had motion sickness.  My dad had to stop at a store on the way to get snow chains and some mittens and a warm hat for me.  Once the snow chains were on, we continued up the mountain.

All I wanted was to see Santa Claus.  I did, but I did not enjoy the snow at all.  Mrs. Claus gave me a tour over to the candy machine.  It was a huge candy machine that dropped out all kinds of treats.  After just a few minutes in the snow, I began complaining how cold I was.  

When it was my turn to sit on Santa's lap, he asked me what I wanted for Christmas.  I told him, "I don't know."  He said, "I think you might want two front teeth," and he and the photographer began to sing, "All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth," and this was the genuine smile I made when they snapped the picture.

I'll always remember when my daddy took me to Santa's Village.