Since we are in VA without family on Christmas each year, we have developed a few of our own traditions. One of these traditions is for me to take any eligible child in the house to see the water skiing Santa. (To be eligible, you must not cry at the idea of being cold and you must not threaten to jump into the Potomac River every 30 seconds). This year Harper made her first trip to see the show. We grabbed some lunch and headed down over to National Harbor, where they say it was the 25th and final year for the show. We enjoed candy canes and carols while cheering for Frosty, Santa and the elves and booing the evil Grinch. The water temp was 33 degrees, the air much cooler with the wind blowing and the ground which we were sitting a bit icy, but we were warm under blankets and many layers.
When told that it was probably the last time we would see a water-skiing Santa, Lucy asked why. I told her that I heard Santa wanted to enjoy his last few hours before Christmas somewhere warm (as heard on the news when they interviewed "Santa"). She simply replied, well, then I guess that makes sense!" 33 degree water or a warm beach, looks like Santa will be in Bermuda shorts next year.
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