Jack was as confused as I always was, "why are we doing this?"
Both boys knew this Santa was all wrong- slick satin suit and fancy hair/stache- definitely not the rough manly Santa that toughs it in the middle of nowhere in a barn of attitudinal deer!
Every year I would beg the mall elves "please take the picture while they are talking, not posed!" Who would sit still and stare away from the man that sneaks in your house one night a year and brings you stuff your parents can't afford?!
This year, we got an elf that thought out of the box
But then I had another problem...
"Santa said yes!"
"What did you ask him to bring you?"
"I can't tell you, but he said YES!"
Sweating. Anxiety. - the new Christmas spirit
So I followed the true genius of the mall elves-
"Quick, take the picture and get them away before they talk!"
But then my Jack needed to find out about Santa-
"Mom, Santa said he doesn't get to watch the bowl games. He is missing the LSU game, the Florida game, the...."
Jack was amused at MAX's request.
"No offense 'Santa' but we are too old for this. My mom thought it would be cute and harmless, but when we walk away she will see my friends, standing in front of a clothes store, giggling. So this will be our last year and she will have another tiny hole form in her heart for another 'mother mistake'."