Vincent was not thrilled about meeting Mr. Claus. In fact, when we opened the door he stopped dead in his tracks and ceased to function. Petrified, if you will. Kate, on the other hand, was as good as could be. She seemed pretty happy to be given a candy cane to hold on to.
Vincent's reaction was a bit shocking to me. He is the friendliest boy I know; he hugs complete strangers. We had talked about seeing Santa multiple times throughout the day and he was genuinely excited to meet him. I guess it was all talk because happy he was not. After he got his candy cane he refused to speak or look at Kris Kringle. He was a good sport and instead of crying he just clamed up when placed on Santa's lap.
Maybe next year?