We got ready Saturday morning nice and early and headed out to the closest mall, only to be greeted with a long line up of eager kids and wary parents. 'Five minutes per family' the kindly Santa Helpers promised, except that we were about 50 families back, so we soon abandoned that attempt and tried our luck again the next morning at a mall farther outside of the city. Sure enough there were far less people and we were the third family in line.
I was excited! The outfits were picked out, shirts all neatly ironed. Last year when Jake was just 9 months old he sat dutifully by our side as we all huddled up to Santa for a family photo. The Santa Helper jingled her bells and like magic a perfect dimpled smile appeared on my boy's face.
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| Family Christmas photo 2010 |
I thought this year might be different, considering he is older and less easily fooled, but he's been enthusiastic about Santa so far and bounced in my arms when he caught a peek of the magical Father Christmas from our place in the line, so I remiained optimistic. I should have known better. As soon as we took our places on the big chair Jake started crying. No bell jingling or candy cane bribing would console him.
So this year's family photo yielded a slightly different result:
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| Although, if you really use your imagination it kind of looks like it could be a smile, right? |
Nevertheless, Merry Christmas Everyone!
Love, the Boyds
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