Since I last posted here, my mother has informed me that I am, in fact, a total liar. “You never threw a tantrum on Santa’s lap,” she insisted, “NEVER.”
Well! We’ll just have to see about that, I thought, and started digging through my mountain of completely unsorted, unorganized photographic evidence.
And darn it, she was right. I was lying. Or perhaps mixing myself up with a photo of one of my siblings. Or drunk. AGAIN.
Other than one three-year-old crankpotface, I am remarkably chill and unfazed in most of my Santa photos, despite the fact that these were some of the worst-looking Mall Santas this side of Billy Bob Thornton. I mean, wow.
Let’s take a look, shall we?