I posted this photo on Insta.gram on Saturday while we waited in line to see Santa. Or I should say while my oldest son (the only one to actually approach, talk to and sit in Santa’s lap) and the rest of the family waited in line for him to see Santa.
Bygones.
Anyway, someone commented that she was in awe of the big guy but I have to confess and say she was not looking at Mr. S at all when I took this photo with my phone. No, instead, she was quite enamored with the silly sign on display, that when you pressed a big, red button, made a large arrow land on “Naughty” or “Nice”. And I’ll be the first one to tell you that it lands on “Nice” every dang time, even if you are Gavin. ;-P
He he. Maybe only we, in this family, get that joke but I”m guessing you can infer what it means…
Anyway, K pressed the button 57 bajillion times and it always landed on “Nice”. Cause she SO is. Except when she’s crying. Which is a lot these days.
But anywho…
The kids wrote letters and sent them down the shoot to the N. Pole and the little ones did at least pass by the big dude in red.
And The B Man got to have a nice convo and get his picture taken with him. We did not force the others to stroke his beard or his ego because well, we just weren’t up for the fight, you know?
More bygones.
If either Little G or Baby K ask me some day why there is no picture with them and Santa I’ll tell them the whole truth and nothing but the truth. You didn’t wanna so we didn’t make ya. And I DO think the kid screaming pics are cute and funny but just not of my kids. Oh my tender ears.
Ah whatever. I do have this awesome shot of them all STILL waiting for Santa.
Okay, not so awesome. But typical. Definitely typical.
And now at least this way we know they were all there.
Bygones.
See previous year’s Santa Pics Here. You know you want to.
pssssst… no Miss Elaine-ous Monday for the rest of the year. Just too much going on and I like to visit all of your posts when you do link up. I’ll start it again in January, k?
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