cheek and asked. “What else do you want for Christmas, besides the sweat shirt?” He did not say a word, but now the quiet child on my left knee started talking, as he wanted Ghost Busters Power Pack, a horn for his bike and Ninja Turtle Socks. I asked the twin on my right, (who was talkative a minute ago) what he wanted for Christmas. This one twin would not answer. The twin on my left says; that is all he wants. Meanwhile, the mother who stood watching the whole exchange decided to bring me up to speed on what they were doing. This was good timing, since I thought I was going a little nutty. It seems that not only today, but always they will talk for each other. If you ask one twin a question, the other would answer and vice-a-versa. You would not know this she says; what Bobby told you on the left, is what Jeremy on the right wants. Bobby does not like Ghost Busters anything, and he already has a horn on his bike. What a weird day, and it is only ten o’clock in the morning. To this day, I have never had a set of twins sit with me when one of them was not crying . The expressions would range from awe and a mild unhappiness to all-out terror.
Twins are one experience, but triplets are another. It was three times the tears, laughs, and the love that surrounded them. Some parents will even explore the possibility of bringing their triplets to see me by stopping by without them at first. “Santa, we have triplets, do you think we can bring them to see you and if possible they can sit for a picture?” They were amazed that I agreed. “Of course, please bring them anytime. I have seen twins, triplets, and even quadruplets; the more the merrier.” I tell all parents that there will be a matter of logistics getting more than two children to sit and smile into the camera, but we will try. One way I found that works with multiples, is that you have them sit with Santa one at a time. It seems they watch each other go through the sitting time and is it less hectic or scary. Besides, every child deserves their own moment in the spotlight with Santa. Unless your twins or triplets specifically say they want to sit on Santa's lap together, give them the chance for a personal one-on-one with the big man. The parents would like to have the two, three, or four kids all at once, but when one tries to escape or cries, the other will join in, even if he/she is ok with Santa. A picture of each child with Santa is better than no picture at all.
Weird or Wonderful
I have seen so many children wearing all kinds of jewelry over the years when they come visiting me; even the tiniest of babies have rings on their little fingers. All manners of kids with earrings, necklaces and some even have watches on their tiny wrists. I do not know any six-month old child that can tell time. Mostly they just try to eat it. As we are not far from the Military Academy at West Point, cadets get into the picture with Santa too. One especially long night at the mall, four cadets coerce a lower classmate to sit on my knee and get his picture taken. I made him feel better when I gave him a candy cane, stood and gave a snappy salute out of respect when he was ready to leave. I once had a mother who wanted a picture taken of Santa with a large photograph of her deceased child. Most times, I never asked the reason behind some of these requests. Another woman who brought an urn filled with the ashes of her dead husband and asked that I held it while she took a picture. It is a good thing I am not squeamish. I doubt very seriously that these people have a real mental problem. I expect people looking on would think so. To me, it is like that they are still dealing with the recent death of a loved one and these actions help. Realizing this makes my dealing with people and others more compassionate and natural. Trying my best way I know of to accommodate them and be sensitive to their feelings. I never knew people were like this. If I had not put on the red suit