On Sunday we went again to visit Santa. This time we went to the one at the harbor. Santa seemed to be in a mood, he was not very friendly, although he did wink at my girl. I overheard him talking to one of his elves, who asked him if he was in pain, and he told her he was, so I can cut him some slack. Even Santa is allowed to have a bad day.

Ada was having none of it and wouldn’t even talk to Santa. We all sat on a bench at his feet, thankfully there was no lap sitting this time.

On the way home we rode the Circulator. Ada chatted up a bearded homeless man. She showed him all of her party tricks. She meowed, cuckooed, raspberried, and sang among other things. To bad she couldn’t do that fior Santa. I wonder why she finds him so scary?