Our yearly visit to see Santa is usually at the Galleria, but Santa made a quick stop at the club this year. We headed for brunch and to get a picture with the Big Guy. We were a little concerned that Beau would be shy at the big moment, but all was going well. We were next in line to sit on Santa's lap, and we were staying loose and calm . . . then someone bumped into the Christmas tree on the right . . . and we watched as it toppled over almost crushing Santa and the cute little girl sitting on his lap. All of the calmness went out the window! They fixed the tree, and we were up for our turn. Mommy whispered exactly what book that Beau should NOT ask Santa for, and his giggles overtook his nervousness. Everyone smiled sweetly and played along. Thank goodness!
The book in question is "Dinosaur Dung." Who would even write a book about such? The boys saw it at the book fair, and it has been a hysterical topic since then! Whatever, it did the trick!
The professional photographer emailed this photo a few days later. Not too shabby!
A few last notes:
Santa was way old and not so much into talking. The boys could barely understand him.
Thankfully, Santa couldn't hear either and didn't understand Beau's request for the book "Dinosaur Dung."
Lincoln has wild bed head.
Beau's shark hair (faux-hawk) was too much.
This is one visit to Santa that we won't forget!
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