Well, ours went something like this... wake up, get dressed for work, car decided it needed some new parts and would not start. Thank God the hubby knows how to do these things and fixed it up quickly and saved us money doing it himself. (He can fix most anything! He's good like that. :-) A few more little incidents... then everyone is dressed with smiling faces and happy to be on our way to Santa.
We arrive to find a very short line... awesome.
Make it to the front of the line and there he was in all his glory... SANTA. He had the happiest smile and was waving to us. I swear, he had a magical glow and I wanted to smile and jump up and down waving like I was 5. To my Littles... it was more like "Ho Ho Horror". :-\ Abbie hid her face and would not go near him. Josh touched the seat of his pants on the jolly old elf's knee and panicked.
Here we have it.... the 2011 Christmas shot.... Santa, Josh with a less than pleased look on his face, and mom in mid "cheese', Abbie is invisible. (You know, now that I look at it... that little elf guy in the lower right hand corner is kind of creepy. Hmmmmm.) Sorry Santa. We hope that this doesnt mean we wont get the goods Christmas morning. We have been pretty good.
I love them.
After a short visit with Santa, we were on our way back home. Side note: Abbie vomited in the car (car sickness sucks - poor kid). A turn into McDonalds drive-thru for a Happy Meal, to once again be happy...and we were finally home.
Its okay Santa... I like you.