She Talks the Talk but Can't Walk the Walk

For DAYS now McKinley has been telling everyone (even complete strangers) that she is going to sit on Santa's lap and tell him what she wants for Christmas as well as what her sister wants too. (being that Reagan is still TERRIFIED of Santa at nearly five years old) So we make the big hour long trip to Champaign to go see the 'good Santa'. (apparently the Santa here at our little mall is a perverted college student....hmmmm maybe I should go sit on his lap. Just kidding) We get there only to find out Santa is on a the last 5 minutes of his break but will be back shortly. I explain this to McKinley and she starts shaking and I mean TREMBLING. Then was the tears fill up her big ole eyes she screams, " I don't want to see Santa. I dont' want to touch Santa. I don't want to look at him or talk to him. He scares me. Get me away from this Santa chair" So no big deal we leave and she procedes to tell everyone, "I don't like Santa anymore. I'm not going to sit on his lap." So here it is 2 days later and we have the kids Xmas party for Erich's work. It's at a bowling alley but I don't have the heart to tell the kids that the big guy in red will most likely be there. I can see a bad night commin on.