Christmas in Atlantic

Everyone knows that the mall Santas are simply helpers. But in Atlantic . . .well, he's the real deal. And when it's for real, it's enough to make a certain 4-year-old a little nervous. Standing next to the magic man and all.
The crew outside of Santa's cabin.
The horse-drawn wagon ride down main street was beautiful.

I think this is Jennie at the Dime Store. Can't say for sure.

So everyone did the annual trip to Atlantic to see Santa. And it was a smashing success. Never underestimate the importance of tradition. We all piled into the log cabin and laughed and laughed. I teared up watching Santa with the twins. He said it made his Christmas. It made mine, too. New this year was the wagon ride. Usually we go on a Thursday night, so it was cool to do that. Then the jewelery store - which I'm a bit overwhelmed by. That Oprah, really. Then the dime store, and the infamous story about a large pop - a story we'll probably always remember, or at least hear about. Then to the nursing home and dancing with old people and Santa. That was fun. And a reminder not to ever get old. Then onto the Redwood. I love that place. I love doing that whole day every year. It's truly real there. Truly is.