Advent Day 15

Today was the day for the big Christmas shop*. We headed down to Bloomingdales, like all good New Yorkers. Up the escalators to the 8th floor, Bluet got to see Father Christmas. Bluet giggled with joy at the brief sight of Santa, but she missed the drama going on to the side, where a somewhat older girl was crying as she did not want to sit on his knee, and would rather have had her photo taken with an Elf.

Then we had pizza for lunch.

And after that and Bluet's nap, a trip to our old standby, Barnes and Noble. It was a little colder, so Bluet had to wear her hat. Briefly.

*Obvs most of our shopping was done over the internet.