On December 15, 2012 we took you to your first Santacon. It's a tradition your Papi and I have always loved: hundreds of Santas descend upon the city creating Santa chaos and spreading Christmas cheer. When pregnant, I had always imagined taking you, and dressing you up in your own sweet costume. When the day arrived you were just under three weeks, and you told us you were up for the event. We all dressed up and walked down to Union Square where Santa's teemed from every corner, bar, and monument, singing loudly, drinking, and up to mischief. You were in Papi's ergo, tucked away, but still very much a part of it. The only problem was that it started to rain. Hard. We went into Macy's for a bit where we ate, came back to the Square, and then decided to rescue our little girl and go home to the warmth. It was a very different experience going to Santacon with you. I wouldn't trade it for the world.
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