There were indeed some decorations, but there was nothing extraordinary about them. Must be the economy. And Santa was there. We spied him from a staircase. "Look, Audrey!" I exclaimed. "Santa followed us here from our mall!" She was very happy.
And I did get to photograph a couple of the kids in front of a Rolls that costs more than my house. If I had had a pen and paper handy, I would have posted a note on the car that read:
Did you know that for the cost of this car,
you can buy a kitchen, a couple living rooms,
some bedrooms, a few toilets, a garage,
a backyard, and a pool?
If interested, call ---
And I was going to take the kids into the Versace store so we could roll our eyes over the price tags and make fun of people who would drop a couple thousand on a button-down shirt, but when we got to the entrance, the staunch, haughty-looking sales guy scared me away. Not literally, of course. He just looked like he might not welcome 4 children running through his store, wiping their chinese food-stained fingers all over the merchandise. Not to mention he probably wouldn't have welcomed my photographing a few price tags.
So we left. Not a particularly wonderful advent activity, but we did it as a family nonethless.