Last night we paid a visit to the man in red. We asked him to bring Amanda a boyfriend (I told him that she likes beards, which he thought was a little scandalous!) He replied "boyfriends are messy." What can I say, the man speaks the truth. I asked for a puppy (which has also been Pinned for him to find) and was given no such warnings about messes. I told him I'd leave him out some macarons on Christmas Eve and he also requested we leave carrots. Michelle Obama would be proud.
I have to give big props to Macy's who didn't rush us one bit once we finally got to Santa - despite the long long line, eagerly volunteered to take a couple photos using my camera and asked if we even wanted one taken with theirs, and didn't flinch or step out of character for one second when I attempted to break the magic and asked the elves how many Santas there are.
For the record - children avert your eyes - there are four different Santas working in separate "houses" at the same time. Which is how they get the entire city of New York in and out of there within a reasonable wait. Smarties.