‘Tis the season to traumatize my George.
And no, apparently I did not learn my lesson from last year to ensure I looked even remotely picture-ready in the event I was forced to participate. Sheesh.
Frances, not surprisingly, was a trooper.
Of course, she is asking for American Girl doll clothes (holy $ticker $hock), so her motivation is fairly high to be as courteous as possible to St. Nick.
In all seriousness, this Santa was terrific and figured out pretty quickly that George was a hopeless cause. He asked in a loud, Santa-like voice, “How would you two like to sit in my seat by yourself?”
With just his sister nearby, George loosened up a little.
And then sly old Santa Claus slipped back in from stage right.
Not perfect, but at least I’m not in the frame this year. And it ended on a good note.
Hugs and stickers. You can see why George is terrified of this man.
Happy Thursday, everyone!