Stealing from Santa.

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Woke up yesterday in a small panic as I realised that there was ONE present that I had not yet bought for the Christmas Festivus. I had done my entire shop online so the smug feeling I had all week came back and kicked me in the ass.

I got out of bed and spent a few minutes putting back all the Christmas decorations that Chuy had ripped from the tree overnight. Every morning I awake to a Christmas massacre of sorts. The poor tree is looking like shit after constant assaults from the cat. And it is prematurely ageing, so we share that in common.

I got the kids ready and left the house at some ungodly hour to beat the car-park dramas at our local shopping centre.

Walking past the queue of shiny families lining up to see Santa made me realise that we had not done a Santa photo. And I was not really keen on lining up for an hour to get one, and the kids didn’t say anything so to me, GET OUT OF JAIL FREE right there!

The gift was purchased quite quickly before I also realised that I needed a cord for my laptop. We went to the electrical section of Myer and spent sometime looking for someone to help me locate required cord. The electrical section also housed the Santa section and there he was. The most perfect Santa one ever did see. He had a real beard and a real belly and a twinkly eye. He had two of them in fact.

And there was no queue.

Jack bounded across like a Gazelle and leaped from a metre away to land squarely on his lap, where he proceeded to rattle off a long list of requirements. He then treated Santa to a series of cartwheels and round-offs.

Harry wandered over. Now my Harry is 8 and is a Santa Skeptic, although he hadn’t cottoned onto the fact that we had already seen a different Santa in a different part of the building just that morning.

Harry and Santa had a lengthy exchange as well, which ended up with Santa giving Harry a bit of a pep talk about education being key to one’s future. Harry asked is he could get an ezi-glider for a present. Santa looked at me, I delivered the quick nod you do when you move your nose up and down about 2 millimetres, so he delivered the good news that they had them in stock at the South Pole and hopefully, if he continued to be good, he might get one.

I was about to get my iPhone out and ask for a quick snap when I realised that by doing so, I would be stealing from Santa. The two 20 year old “photographers” were busy scratching their nuts and chewing gum that I am sure that they wouldn’t have even noticed.

I wandered over to them and asked what the cheapest option was. They told me $27 for two photos. I laughed. They laughed as well. 

I asked them if the photo was printed on gold leaf and they said no. 

It was a semi gloss finish.

I ponied up the cash and got the photos. And I know, deep in my soul, that that would be the last Santa photo we take. There are too many questions being asked about the validity of Santa and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.

How much were your Santa Photos this year?

How old were your kids when this Santa palaver ceased?

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  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426017393667935109 FiveFrogsBlog

    The Child demanded the truth at 6. No more Santa visits for us!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/00016952176301597208 Kelly Exeter

    $35 worth of photos I shall never use! Yee har!

    But this is also the first year J has has really gotten into Christmas and Santa so it has been fun :)

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/11433701550878013807 annie

    Only twelve dollars this year but it is the first time I have only had one, the youngest, and me, almost bald. ‘Twas a seminal Christmas moment. I’m thinking of seeing how much power I have left over the thirteen year olds by telling them we need a full five kid photo for nanna and the wee sister. Last time they made me drive across town to a suburb far far away so nobody they knew would see. One had a swollen mouth from the dentist, another had baby vom down his shirt, they all had crazy hair. It’s my favourite Santa photo of all time!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504006517555447190 Martsw

    My eldest is 10 and I’d like to believe he still wants to believe so I say… ‘Believe what’s in your heart… blah blah… Christmas magic… blah blah… little brothers… blah blah’.

    Yes, I am deluding myself and that’s why I was fleeced for the full Monty… $49.95.

    Please stop laughing now… I know, they saw me coming!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/18433840251993248004 Lizknits99

    I told my oldest that if he didn’t believe in Santa anymore, the presents from Santa would be no more. He carried on the pretence till the younger one no longer believed.⛄

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124831265480163064 wsb

    We had FREE Santa Photos at the local shops on the Sunny Coast and we got a cracker pic with our 5mth old daughter :) Have a Xmas tree for the first time in years and she looooves the lights :)

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/12124831265480163064 wsb

    We had FREE Santa Photos at the local shops on the Sunny Coast and we got a cracker pic with our 5mth old daughter :) Have a Xmas tree for the first time in years and she looooves the lights :)

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483927630504401438 Sam-O

    My entire kindergarten class discovered the truth thanks to a little charmer named Mark, way back in 1976. I was 4. Never bothered me as I like things to make sense. Being pragmatic I played along for my brother for many years. He’s 5 years younger and a far less cynical soul than me so I was very old before he worked it out.

    My 3 year may already be onto it. The 6 year old is not. Mr 3 will play along for his brothers sake. He’s like me.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483927630504401438 Sam-O

    My entire kindergarten class discovered the truth thanks to a little charmer named Mark, way back in 1976. I was 4. Never bothered me as I like things to make sense. Being pragmatic I played along for my brother for many years. He’s 5 years younger and a far less cynical soul than me so I was very old before he worked it out.

    My 3 year may already be onto it. The 6 year old is not. Mr 3 will play along for his brothers sake. He’s like me.

  • Robsmc

    If you don’t believe (or behave!) you don’t receive! MsAlmost7 and Mr4 believe…