The Santa Experience

We have not had much luck in the "visit with Santa" department.  I was hoping this year would be better.  We went early yesterday, to beat the crowds.  Only three other kids were in line ahead of us.  (All of them were waiting patiently, as my boys were running around, screaming like banshees.)  The two girls who worked there were not every interested in getting things going.  The velvet ropes are fine; my kid is losing his mind.  Let's get a move on!

Finally, it was our turn.  D hung back a bit, but F ran right up to Santa and gave him a big hug.  He sat on Santa's lap and was quite content.  D finally joined the party.  Within those 15 seconds, F went from happy kid to "what am I doing here, who are you" fear and panic.  And then the tears started.  This was the best we could do.

I am quite proud of Drake.  He wasn't greedy talking to Santa.  In fact, I don't believe he mentioned at all what he wanted.  (He told me the night before: slippers.  They arrived in the mail today.)  He talked to Santa about how we dress up on Christmas, which is, according to D, tomorrow.

A word about the racket that is the photo with Santa.  I do not need the 18 wallet sized photos along with the flashing photo frame and key chain.  I just want a simple picture.  ($25, BTW)  Remember when all we got was a simple Polaroid?  That's all I really want.  Plus, you are not allowed to use your own camera anywhere near the magic chair.  I am in the wrong business.