Continued from Part 1 .
The Tucson Boys Chorus serenaded us and elves wound through the crowd spreading Christmas cheer and Santicipation.
As Santa’s helicopter neared (it was just a quick trip and he didn’t want to tire the reindeer), the choir’s director turned to solicit crowd participation in “singing Santa in”.
So, we caroled and we caroled and we caroled until Santa’s chopper was safely on the ground and the fireworks began.
We lured them back to our room with promises of hot chocolate and stopped along the way to check out some gingerbread art.
By this point, the tragedy of the ice rink was all but forgotten and my boys fell asleep while visions of tube sledding whooshed through their heads.