The Real Deal

Tonight, against my will, the little guy drug me to McDonalds while Sharon was away. I'm now glad I went. In addition to the vastly superior Happy Meal toys they always have, there was a celebrity guest: that's right the big guy himself....NO NOT ME. Santa. The jolly old elf was sitting across the restaurant from us. Now I've heard rumors of this "Mooresville Santa" and have seen him at Gail's (my fav restaurant in town) before. This is apparantly more than just a guy with a beard. Both times I've saw him, he's had red pants on. I mean, what kind of self-respecting guy wears red pants and red suspenders for no apparant reason? (Okay other than maybe Adam Lambert) A few kids laughed and pointed, and he gave Nathan a little wave. Nathan was beside himself with a quiet excitement. Nathan even went up to another child in the restaurant and loudly proclaimed, "There's Santa over there." After Santa finished his sandwich of choice (wish I could have saw what it was, after all if it's good enough for Santa...), he put a finger to the side of his nose (okay, he didn't do that), spoke to a few children and left. After he left, I told Nathan to go over to where he was sitting and look for reindeer dust. He did and proclaimed "I found some. It's black!" It must be the real deal, because who else could it have been? We then scampered out to the parking lot and checked the skies for signs of Rudolph, but alas it was too cloudy. Never would have pictured Santa as a McDonalds guy...