I am scared of lots of things. Snakes. Rodents. Horror movies. Death metal bands.
I realize that I'm a chicken.
I am not scared of Santa. But I do have the requisite "terrified of Santa" picture in the family photo archives. I am not organized enough to have it scanned to include, but stay tuned. I'll dig it up before the new year. It's a gem.
The other day, Jack was scared of Santa. He thought this crazy deal that I had dragged him to was less than awesome. We waited in line. Why was Momma making him wait in line?
To sit on the lap of a stranger? Oh, hell no. Commence whining, screaming, wailing, and clinging to the Momma like we were super glued together. Sigh.
Because I am in charge of what I post here, I only post good pictures. Not works of art, but I keep it flattering. It's editorial privilege or common sense or something.
But in the name of honesty, I will share with you a picture that is less than good. Honestly, this is the best we came up with.
-- I did NOT want to be in this picture.
-- Jack would not let go of me.
-- We had waited over an hour in line. (Don't ask.)
-- I had become irrationally committed to getting a PICTURE WITH SANTA, DAMMIT.
-- Therefore, I was forced to be in the picture.
Okay, enough already. Here.
Wishing you a mediocre/scary/less than enthusiastic Christmas? There were so many caption options that I just left it open.
Here's hoping your day has a fair amount of enthusiasm.