What do you do the year after you get the perfect Santa photo?
To be honest, part of the excitement was gone. All three kids would sit on Santa’s lap and smile. And there would be no tears.
The last year had been a momentous one in our Santa world. Last April, Samantha had looked through the pictures on my phone and seen a photo of me stuffing Easter baskets. As she inquired and I quickly grabbed my phone, it all became clear to her. Through tears she said, “There’s no Easter bunny? And there’s no Santa or the tooth fairy either, right?” I had envisioned a different scenario of how the magic would be over for my fairy tale-loving child. But she was almost 10 and I needed to tell her the truth. So, we are now down one Santa believer. As a result, it could have been that Samantha boycotted the photo this year. But gratefully, my oldest loves an opportunity to dress up and take a photo. Plus, she had promised me that she would keep the Santa magic alive for her two little brothers.
Then there was Brady. Despite my best efforts, and probably because I constantly have my camera at the ready, this kid hates taking a photo. Consequently, he pretty much looks like he’s in pain when the camera is pointed his way. You can almost see one eye looking longingly toward a basketball and counting down the seconds until he can be dribbling it.
Finally, there’s our youngest one. While it’s true that he will now sit on Santa’s lap without screaming or running away, he is still the wildcard of the house. You never know what this one is going to say. His mind is going in twenty different directions at once and you’re never sure what’s going to come out of his mouth. With Santa, he could be extremely polite, ask for a Minecraft Lego set and sit on the jolly man’s lap. OR he could start asking detailed questions about the exact path that Santa and his sleigh will take on Christmas Eve and how it was possible for Santa to get from China to the United States when he knows that it takes 14 hours to fly from San Diego to Beijing. And a response of “magic” would not be enough for our curious little man.
So, with some new unknowns, I vowed to get the Santa picture taken. After I finally found a free hour to get to the mall, everything seemed to be going smoothly. Cute, clean outfits? Check. Positive, happy attitudes? Check. Nice conversations with Santa? Check. No crying? Maybe everyone wasn’t on board with the perfect Santa photo…
Happy New Year to our wonderful family and friends! And may 2017 be a little unpredictable with some magic thrown in.