For the first time, oh I don’t know, EVER, I waited until the week before Christmas to visit Santa.  Note to self:  don’t do that again.

The line was long and creeping and just as we got into line, John Paul says, “Mom, I gotta go potty.”  Arg.  We forgot to give him his meds that morning.  I held our place while he and Will dashed off to the restroom.  They made it back in time for us to see the big guy.  It was definitely a milestone year in that Clare didn’t cry.  First time in four years.  In fact, she bounded up onto Santa’s knee and smiled the whole time.  Luke, on the other hand, notsomuch.  We did manage to get a photo without him screaming his head off.  I’ll take it.

The requests were really sweet from the kids and I always enjoy how kind and gracious our sweet Santa is.  His parting words were, “Y’all help your mom around the house, ok?  She deserves it.”

Oh, and our Santa wears cowboy boots.  How cool is that?

3 Comments

  1. Kathleen on December 18, 2011 at 8:13 am

    Wow! Those pictures came out great! I love the one where they are looking at Santa. Have a great week.

  2. Connie Hayley on December 18, 2011 at 8:54 am

    Our Claire has such a melt-down with Santa, there is NO getting her close to one. Mom & Dad have a 5 ft Santa in their living area & Dad had to take it down becasue Claire was so scared…..but your Clare gives me hope 🙂 Love you W clan!!

  3. Cathy on December 21, 2011 at 2:49 pm

    such cute pictures Kathryn! Santa looks great too! I am laughing though because he has a vest made out of the same upholstery fabric we used on the priests’ kneelers in their chapel. Ha!

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