Let me preface this by saying that we waited for an hour and a half to see the big guy yesterday. We’ve been talking about Santa at our house for several weeks and Polly can pick him out on her pajamas or the Christmas tree and the way she says his name is adorable. I went back and forth between hoping she was in awe of him and that she would cry a little, but her reaction was so much more extreme than I was expecting!
We let my sister’s kids go first, because Vera Claire was obsessed with that rocking horse and wanted to ride it so bad. After she realized she had to sit on Santa, she lost it. Her cry was completely silent and eventually she just closed her eyes and wished it all away.
Polly was completely chill while we waited in line and called for and waved at Santa many times. She was even okay when we went up to talk with him while the photographer reset her equipment. Once I sat her on his lap, however, she had a complete and total meltdown. She started arching her back and was screaming as loud as I’d ever heard her.
Ella thinks she’s way too old to sit for a photo with Santa (I had to have my picture made throughout high school, because we had a billion tiny cousins in our family), but she was such a good sport and hopped in for a picture with her sisters.
Ella’s face in the picture below makes me laugh so hard, because she was barely holding it together at this point.
When my big girls got up, Santa looked at me and said, “hurry” — which made us all laugh so hard, because we had one more group shot to squeeze in. Ha!
The entire line was laughing along with us, by the time we were done, because our girls screamed louder than anyone before us. We were disappointed to find we couldn’t take our own photos this year, but thrilled that the digital option was pretty well priced, because we have fifty-seven of these priceless photographs!
