Two more days to comment on my Christmas Challenge! Help me help others, pretty please.
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In years past, we have taken the kids to see Santa at the Mister's office on Christmas Eve (see last year here). It was nice--the line was usually short, you could take your own pictures, it was free, Santa's elf was a pirate in another life, and there was a party in the cafeteria in the morning. Sadly, the Mister no longer works at that office, so we had to find a new Santa to visit.
Today we went to see Santa at the mall. It was not a "get dressed up fancy and have your picture taken" visit; we merely wanted to tell Santa our wish list, and eat at the Cheesecake Factory afterwards. I did not have any plans to pay a zillion dollars to have my dirty children's pictures taken, and I had no desire to fight over wrestling them into nice outfits. So, my children looked like filthy ragamuffins; I didn't even wipe the chocolate off Peter's face before we left.
We got there and waited on line with dozens of children smartly dressed in their holiday finery. We were not even remotely dressed in holiday finery. We couldn't even be described as clean.
After waiting on line about forty-five minutes, we were finally let into the Winter Wonderland area, where it was fake-snowing. The kids had a ball picking up fistfuls of fake snow and throwing it up in the air. When it was finally our turn with Santa, the kids looked as though they had a long battle with psoriasis, and the psoriasis won.
My dandruff-covered children sat on Santa's lap for pictures. Greg happily sat next to Santa, talking his ear off. Princess grudgingly sat on his lap, but looked at Santa suspiciously and was ready to bolt at a moment's notice. Notice Peter trying to get the hell out of Dodge.
At least I removed my painting sweater before going to the mall. Dinner at the Cheesecake Factory was pretty tasty, too.
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In years past, we have taken the kids to see Santa at the Mister's office on Christmas Eve (see last year here). It was nice--the line was usually short, you could take your own pictures, it was free, Santa's elf was a pirate in another life, and there was a party in the cafeteria in the morning. Sadly, the Mister no longer works at that office, so we had to find a new Santa to visit.
Today we went to see Santa at the mall. It was not a "get dressed up fancy and have your picture taken" visit; we merely wanted to tell Santa our wish list, and eat at the Cheesecake Factory afterwards. I did not have any plans to pay a zillion dollars to have my dirty children's pictures taken, and I had no desire to fight over wrestling them into nice outfits. So, my children looked like filthy ragamuffins; I didn't even wipe the chocolate off Peter's face before we left.
We got there and waited on line with dozens of children smartly dressed in their holiday finery. We were not even remotely dressed in holiday finery. We couldn't even be described as clean.
After waiting on line about forty-five minutes, we were finally let into the Winter Wonderland area, where it was fake-snowing. The kids had a ball picking up fistfuls of fake snow and throwing it up in the air. When it was finally our turn with Santa, the kids looked as though they had a long battle with psoriasis, and the psoriasis won.
My dandruff-covered children sat on Santa's lap for pictures. Greg happily sat next to Santa, talking his ear off. Princess grudgingly sat on his lap, but looked at Santa suspiciously and was ready to bolt at a moment's notice. Notice Peter trying to get the hell out of Dodge.
At least I removed my painting sweater before going to the mall. Dinner at the Cheesecake Factory was pretty tasty, too.
I love that picture!
ReplyDeletethose are actually all awesome. I love Peter hiding.
ReplyDeleteYES. There's no one screaming in your Santa photo + Cheesecake Factory = win.
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