Neither of my girls has ever had her picture taken while sitting on Santa’s lap. They both have serious stranger anxiety and it never seemed like a good idea to put them or Santa through the trauma just to get a picture.
Anytime we see Santa, be it at the mall or even Walmart, I ask them if they want to sit on his lap.
They both look at me like I’m insane.
I love that other people make this a tradition. I love that other kids are either cool with Santa and his lap or throw major fits when a parent plants them on the poor man’s lap but my kids and I? We’ll pass.
A mom, a dad and two daughters. We're living ordinary lives with a twist of 5p- (Cri du Chat) for spice. But we're about so much more than our younger daughter's genetic diagnosis.
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