We pushed the naughty button (several times) to see if Jack was naughty or nice. It looked touch and go but in the end it decided Jack was nice.

We mailed our letter to the North Poll. (Complete with Pole-imported snow.)

We waited for Santa.

We sat for Santa. I didn’t even try to sit him by himself, I could tell he was getting scared, but by the end of the afternoon of shopping we acknowledged Santa with a small head-nod.

We also enjoyed the pointsettia tree.