We have an awful, horrible family tradition of going to the mall to see Santa…on Christmas Eve. To avoid standing in line for hours, we have to get there by 8am. Now that we have two teens in the house…let’s just say they are less than thrilled about this tradition.
Me: “I know you don’t want to go but I just want a photo of all 4 of you. You don’t have to sit on Santa’s lap. Just stand next to the chair.”
Jimmy: “No, I’m sitting ON his lap. I’m going to make this as uncomfortable for him as it is for me.”
How to get teens to agree to visit Santa at the mall?
Since I didn’t send Christmas cards this year (or last…or the year before…),
here is our Christmas Eve in photos:
Me: Greg, scoot closer to Jimmy. Closer. Closer.
Jimmy: Why am I here?
Jake and Eric: GREG!!! MOVE!!!
Greg: Why the heck are you yelling at me???
(The finger sticking up is a coincidence.
Jimmy: Why. Am. I. Here?
Greg: Why is everyone in that huge long line behind us staring?
Jimmy: Because we are freaks.
The perfect, happy family.
For a second…
Jake has that look in his eye…
Jake: Stop what? It’s just a hug.
Jimmy: No. I am NOT hiding a smile.
Jimmy (in his best Mom voice): Now boys. This is not a wrestling mat.
Greg: And THAT is for yelling at me!
Me: I’m totally blogging about this.
- Me: Greg looks like the Peanuts kids when they are singing.
Jake: Yeah, the dirty one!
After all the evil glares, Jimmy appears to be the happiest of all to see Santa!
Eric: Hey Greg, wouldn’t it be cool to have a jersey of someone who actually still plays on the team???
All smiles on the way out…
…and then back to life as usual.