Santa came to the clubhouse at our subdivision on Saturday. Colin was brave but subdued as he requested his bike. This picture was the one moment when Colin was actually allowed to look at Santa instead of the photographer taking his picture. When did visiting Santa turn into purely a photo op?
Gabe walked in, saw Santa, and started trembling and bawling. The cookies and donuts soon calmed him, but he refused to go anywhere near the jolly old soul. The photographer on hand was more than a little annoyed by this, and tried to talk Chad and I into getting into the picture Colin, while holding Gabe. Uh, no thanks. We aren't cheesy enough yet to buy expensive picture packages featuring our whole family with Mr. Claus. Um, I hope I didn't offend any you with that remark, but I think I know my audience.
