Last Christmas, Santa was nothing more than a chair. Loren had no idea anything was out of the ordinary – she was sitting in a “chair” and her moms were on the floor below a camera acting like fools in an effort to get her to smile…it worked.
This year we did a Santa trial run – it was a massive failure…so we left and vowed to return another day.
That day arrived – on Saturday!
We arrived at “Santa’s Beach House” (yeah, thats what we get in SoCal), Rudolph relaxing in a hammock, Santa was sitting on his beachy bench and Loren was clinging to me for dear life.
Santa suggested I back her into him…”Oh? a Santa Chair??” that might work. WRONG. It.did.not.work. She felt those gloved hands touch her and she flipped the heck out!
So, we got this:
I’m not a fan of family Santa photos – I reallllllllly wanted Loren to go it alone. She disagreed.
I’m also not a fan of how unprepared I was for this photo…no make up, weird hair, what am I wearing? Could I crop myself out and make it just Loren, Melissa and Santa? I think I…should?
Loren’s shirt lies. She does not heart Santa.