Larry and I went out to eat last night and were seated near a family with small kids. The table included a man and his wife with their two boys, both under age 4, I’d guess, and the man’s sister and her husband with their baby.
The boys were having a good time, nothing too bad, but they would occasionally talk a little loudly and wiggle a bit.
Anytime their actions threatened to boil over into misbehavior, the dad or uncle (I’m not sure which) would ask the other, “Was that Santa?” And the boys’ eyes would go wide, their misbehavior forgotten.
The family — and everyone around them — had a great outing and as we were walking to our car in the parking lot and they were loading into their SUV, we heard several deep “Ho, ho, ho”s and saw those eyes widen once again.
I imagine it was probably the dad trying to rally the boys for the drive home, but then again, maybe not.
Maybe somebody was working on his list.
I know Larry and I grinned and I walked a little straighter on my way to the car.