The hospital that I work at has an annual breakfast with Santa. I had been told by my coworkers that it was worth taking my family to. The breakfast was held in the hospital cafeteria and each family that had bought tickets in advance had a table reserved for them with their name on it. Of course those printing out the names decided that my last name was Valencia, not Valencic.
The only thing that I was apprehensive about was how Bean would react to meeting Santa. I have heard horror stories about little kids first time meeting Santa and I hoped that for Bean it would not be such the case. In the end we were lucky that the hospital had hired a Santa that understood little kids and spent part of the morning going from table to table meeting the children before sitting down in the big chair to hear the kids' Christmas requests. When Santa came to our table Bean was quite shy and hid, but later he was such a trooper as he told Santa about the crayons that he got to color with while he ate his breakfast.