Santa Claus in toddlerspeak

[velvetpage]

I have in my possession a little tray depicting a very Victorian Santa. Having used it recently for something, it was in the dishwasher when I went to unload same this morning.

Elizabeth picked it up, looked at it closely for a second, and then smiled and showed it to me. "Opa," she said. I laughed, and she said it again. "Opa, Opa." She was, apparently, quite pleased with the discovery of Opa on one of our dishes.

Now, my father-in-law is sixty-one, with a long, white beard and white hair, bald on top. He has a nice, round belly on him. He has spent two Christmas seasons now as the definitive Santa - the one on all the promotions - at the Cataraqui Mall in Kingston. In other words, Elizabeth was right. Her Opa is, in fact, Santa Claus. We even have pictures of an eith-month-old Elizabeth, dressed up, sitting on Santa's lap in our own living room. I probably have the only child in history who didn't have a moment's fear at meeting Santa for the first time; to her, he was just Opa.

Comments

[pyat.livejournal.com]

Cute. :)

[anidada.livejournal.com]

*giggle* That's very neat.

[thebitterguy]

Perhaps he also reminds her of Che, hence her glee at his name.

[kesmun.livejournal.com]

Hee. Often as not, this almost seems the main forum by which Daddy gets to hear about Elizabeth's cutenesses. This is a good thing.

[velvetpage.livejournal.com]

Only if the cuteness happens while he's at work. In this case, it happened about the time he hit Ford Drive on his commute. I called Oma even faster than I came upstairs to post about it!