Breakfast with Buddy: A Morning of Pancakes, Snowballs & Pure Holiday Chaos

Ho ho hold on to your elf hats, because St. Paul’s absolutely sleighed this weekend.

I rolled onto the scene for Breakfast with Buddy, and before I could even get my stabilizers down, the place was buzzing like Santa’s workshop on Christmas Eve. Families filed in for the best pancakes and eggs this side of the North Pole—courtesy of the Boy Scouts, who, frankly, deserve their own Food Network holiday special.

Inside, the magic just kept snowballing (literally).

Papa Elf gathered the kids for a dramatic reading of Elf, and Buddy himself made an appearance—armed with enough foam snowballs to launch a small arctic invasion. I watched tiny humans cackle with joy while adults tried to sip hot cocoa without getting pelted. Honestly? Beautiful chaos. My favorite genre.

Everywhere you turned, there was something happening:
-Photos with vintage blow-mold Santas, straight from the corner of Crestview/Northgate 
-Holiday games, crafts, and prize-winning galore
-Kids sketching masterpieces, and Buddy—self-appointed art critic of the North Pole—judging every doodle like it belonged at Newfields
-The Indianapolis Men’s Chorus filling the whole space with holly-jolly harmonies
-And outside? A real-life giant snow globe where kids jumped, spun, and pretended to be swirling holiday magic themselves

And in the middle of it all… little old me.

Your favorite shiny silver bookshop was parked and ready with all the holiday reads, plushies, lights, and stocking-stuffer goodies a kid (or adult, no judgment) could dream of. I got visits from several of my beloved Book Fairy Members, grandparents hunting for gifts, and the best sight of all—kids cracking open their new books before they even left my steps. If that’s not peak holiday spirit, I don’t know what is.

Thank you, St. Paul’s, for letting me be part of the merriment. My panels are still warm and fuzzy.

Love, glitter, and spaghetti with syrup,

Sylvia