I can only imagine what she was thinking as she sat there staring up into his eyes. I finally had to go remove her; I think she would have been content to stay all day.
Like I said, to her, Santa = Grandpa: fluffy beard, glasses, twinkle in the eye, the perfect belly for cuddling and both grant her every wish!
She kept cocking her head and giving him the once over. I imagine for a 15 month it might be a little perplexing. I hope Santa took note of her wish list.