As far as costumes went, it wasn't the greatest, but it was functional.
He obviously was not a fat man, and he didn't have any real facial hair, but he did have the fake beard, and the wire-rimmed glasses, and the hat with the white hair, and the padding in the suit.
They managed to make it to the front of the line finally, and it was Katie's turn to go talk to Santa.
The moment she has been waiting for, she has planned out, knew exactly what she was going to say, and she froze.
Her daughter wanted to so desperately to see Santa, to sit on his lap and tell him what she wanted for Christmas; she practically spent the last 2 weeks after Thanksgiving planning out what she would say to him.
Now, her time had come, and Lauren agreed to dress her up and take her to the mall for the outrageously priced photo of her in Santa's lap.
She despised going to the mall at any given point in her life, but she especially detested it during the Christmas season. It was 75 degrees outside, and the only indication Christmas was around the corner was the festive decorations that seemed to balloon up overnight in all the stores.The mall, especially, seemed to go overboard this year in the decorations.She turned to face Santa, and was greeted by the sight of his bright blue eyes, hiding behind those wire rimmed glasses.This was definitely no old man; she couldn't see much of his features, but she could see the smoothness of his skin around his eyes and mouth, and she knew that he was younger than the typical Santa type.Lauren patted Santa's leg, trying to coax her little one up there. "No, I want a picture of you in Santa's lap, too; maybe you can tell him what you want for Christmas." She said.