We took these photo last year when the kids went to see Santa Claus. I haven’t unearthed the official photo yet this year. I always like my photos better than the official one.
My husband found this Web site called SketchySantas.com. I can’t decide if they think the Santas are questionable or if it’s just that all the photos are terrible because the kids are making crazy faces or crying. (You can even make your Christmas card out of one of these photos if the spirit moved you.)
When we were little we ALWAYS went to the downtown Rich’s to see Santa. (Rich’s was an original Georgian department store that was eventually sold to Federated and became Macy’s.) We would get very dressed up, see Santa, have lunch at Rich’s on one of the bridges and then ride the Pink Pig on the roof. (More on the old Pink Pig vs the new one in a later blog.)
They hid Santa away in a room so you couldn’t see him until you made your way through the long line that wound through multiple corridors. It was all very mysterious and wonderful. (The hidden Santa also probably cut down the wait because they probably had more than one Santa working at a time.)
Every year until I was probably around 10 or 12 we went to the Rich’s Santa Claus to have our pictures made. The last two photos were taken without my older brother. He did indulge my mother several years after he “knew.”
We’ve taken our children every year since they were born but somehow my mother’s photos are more charming. Maybe because I liked the experience at Rich’s better or maybe because now I know how stressful it is to get children to smile on the lap of a man they don’t know.
I think the nicest thing about the photos is to see the passage of time. But you have to be organized and have the photos sequentially in a frame or book to truly achieve that effect. My very organized mother has two large frames with our Santa photos in chronological order. She hangs them in the family room every year and I do love to look at them.
One of my friend’s from high school recently posted on Facebook that her son just figured out the truth about Santa. He thought about it for a couple of days and then said to her, “So I’ve just been sitting on some old man’s lap at the mall all of these years?”
It is creepy if you think about it that way.
So here are the questions for today:
Do you take your kids to sit on Santa’s lap? Do you think it’s a little odd?
Who’s your favorite Santa and why?
Do you pay for the mall photo?
Do you take your own photos while they are there?
Do you post them all together in some chronological format?
What have been your best and worst Santa experiences?