I was four years old the one and only time I got to sit on Santa’s lap. It is a really nice picture, and I still have it somewhere in my mom’s stuff. That was the year I asked the bearded man in red for a puppy that walked and barked. I got it too. I remember the little guy. It was a light brown color and had a smooshed face. I am not good with breeds, but it was cute. I really loved that toy.
Oldest has never gotten to sit on the fat guy’s lap to have her picture taken. Her dad, when she was little, thought it was “not a good idea” and “there are just too many weirdos out nowadays.” I let it go until she was older. I think when she was 6, she asked me if we could get her picture with Santa. We had seen a sign at the local Walmart saying he would be available for pictures every weekend through the month. We made a special trip there one Saturday and we had just missed him. There were no times posted on the sign so it was really frustrating and heartbreaking for her. She asked every year after that, up till last year, if she could do it. And every year, it always seemed to backfire on us. I was happy she didn’t ask last year.
While at Walmart the other day, picking up an order back in their photo department, I happened to notice a basket on the counter full of Santa pictures. Once again, we are in there all the time and they never posted the time or day the pictures would be taken. I was waiting on the guy to bring back my order, so I decided to take a peek at some of the pictures. They had the setting in the lawn and garden area, or the Christmas shop, as they call it this time of year. It was a big blow up Gingerbread house with a seat in the middle for Santa and the kids to sit. The seat was not fancy, just a red chair from the department. You could see everything around the prop that was on the shelves and any people that might have been passing through. Then I focused in on the Santa. You could tell the beard was so fake it was unbelievable and he had no hat on in everyone of them. So his head blended in with the background. It was really bad, I have to say. It’s a good thing that they don’t charge for those pictures and I bet that no one will be picking them up since they take pictures with their phones anyways.
So now instead of being sad that Oldest never got to get her picture with Santa, I should be happy. If they were anything like that guy, I think I would have went the other way. 😉