We went to the mall last night to get Sam's picture taken with Santa. What a difference a year makes. Last night, aside from the eight-person entourage in front of us (is the first photo with Santa a rite of passage in their family?) and the kid screaming bloody murder behind us, it was pretty uneventful.
Samson duly walked up to Santa, put his arms up for a little help onto the lap, and said in his politest, most practiced voice, "I want a train for Christmas...Please."
For my money, this guy is a great Santa. His eyes really do twinkle when you talk to him.
Samson even managed a smile. Well, sort of.
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