1. a major holiday.
2. a sick child.
it's just cruel when one and two coincide, but at least the sick child saw santa before the fever kicked in. we took fox to see the real mccoy at macy's department store in herald square. kind of magical, really. the whole process of waiting to see santa was fun -- trains, elves, music, christmas spirit oozing from every little snowflake of the display -- but let's discuss santa:
santa looks good, but something just feels slightly off. those beady little eyes... were they twitching? one coffee too many? or is this guy about to snap from too much holly and jolly and rub out the nearest elf? fox's reaction is typical for a toddler, but in this case i really can't blame him. i'd be wondering too why my parents would place me in the arms of someone who looks slightly unhinged.
but like i said... the rest = magical.