As we nonchalantly waited by the car for this stranger to come out of the pizza place, I told my son that if he wanted to be an elf, then he would probably have to let his ears grow. He said he was totally fine with it. Now that is real commitment to excellence.
All of sudden, Chris Kringel or Santa or whoever it was, came out with a wrapped up slice of pizza. I think at that point my jaw fell to the floor because it actually looked like Santa Clause himself. The white hair, the beard and the glasses. It was crazy! The man must have thought we were insane because we just completely without even trying to hide it, were staring at him......And then, he smiled. I have to say, it was pretty magical.
On our way home, with our hearts full from seeing Santa, my son once again made a good point, "Mama, I think Santa is here to get his belly bigger. So that's why he eats pizza."
He's probably right.