Inevitably every holiday season the time seems get away from me and some sacrifices/questionable decisions have to be made. 

This year this meant bringing both kids to the mall directly after day care so that both my wife and I could together pick out a gift for my dad.  This started off well, with Mac helping to pick out every yellow shirt and suggest that Papa would like them because “I like yellow.”  However, this eventually turned in a slightly different direction as Daddy was getting a little cranky (or hungry) and Mac had already had a long day of being two. The decision was made that my wife would keep the baby and continue to shop, while I would take the two year old and try to avoid any further meltdown.  

Shortly after our escape Mac and I noticed a big red mailbox and a table next to the escalator inviting us to write a letting to Santa!  Thinking this was a great idea, I convinced Mac that we should write one from him.  He was plenty distracted but must have decided he would humor me and answer my questions while I wrote his requests.  

Mac’s letter to Santa:
Dear Santa,

My name is Mac.  For Christmas I want toys, more train tracks, more toys and to go down this escalator… 

The letter was abandoned on the table while I quickly reached to catch him before stepping onto the escalator.  Half way down I looked up to see a couple giggling while reading our letter and pointing down at Mac.  

When we arrived back on the second floor Mac took his letter and placed it in the big red mailbox on its way to the North Pole.  It must’ve reached its destination because Mac received new train tracks, and plenty other toys, as well as a few more escalator rides.