because if you know my son, you will understand why sitting on Santa's lap this year is not an option. He's got some major stranger anxiety. And sitting on a strange man's lap with a huge white beard, could be dangerously traumatic. So we opted to go the cute choo-choo train route. He loved it. I loved watching. Especially the part where my 6'1" , 205 lb husband squeezed himself into a tiny little seat, and looked like a giant riding around in that thing.
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