Still the moment she saw the guy in the big red suit, Claire was entranced. She sat quietly through story time, which is normally not something she can do. Claire is one of those kids who likes to turn the pages and point at things in the book and do all sorts of other things not allowed in group story times. Today, however, she glued herself onto my lap and just stared as Santa read a story. Then when kids started to get on his lap, she edged towards the front of the room.
When her turn came she just sat on his lap and soaked it in. She didn't talk. She didn't act frightened or excited. She just chilled on Santa's lap for a minute or two while he talked to her about bringing her presents for Christmas. Then she got down and went about her day.
I don't really care one way or another about Santa. It wasn't a tradition growing up, but I'm not opposed to the idea either. I just kind of let Coryn make up her own mind which led to her being vaguely interested (when she was Claire's age she called him Ho Ho and would point him out in pictures) followed by a swift realization that he wasn't a real thing. Claire can be standoffish with strangers, but for some reason, Santa was an exception.