We’re off to see Santa today. I had to decide if I wanted to go with our original Santa or the “new” Santa who was so wonderful on our off year last year. I think we’re going forward with the new Santa. I don’t know why things like that are so important to me. Who even gives a second thougth to which Santa it is?
Sometimes I wonder how my brain gets caught up in such things. Not just with Santa, but with so many minor details. In a year, will it matter? That’s how I try to frame up my mind battles, but it doesn’t always work. It’s not even necessarily that it’s worry. I don’t consider myself a worrier. It’s more of picky, OCD-type situation–neurosis is the word I used last year. I’m working on it, though–and of course, our kiddo is cute with any Santa!
Which Santa do you like better?