The boys don’t ‘really’ care. They’re not super excited to see him, they think of the mall guys as “helpers” and not the real deal.
We get the very expensive picture every year, and yes it is cute, but I still don’t know why we do it.
The Chooch will be 3 in January, and while he thinks Santa is a groovy dude. He wanted nothing to do with sitting on the red velveted knee and saying cheese today. He squirmed, he screamed, he fidgeted, he asked for mama.
We ended up with just Zacharie posing for the portrait.