Sooo... I'm not interested in waiting in the line for the girls to see Santa. The chances are pretty good that by the time we get to the front of the line and fork over our 15+ dollars for a 15 second conversation with the Jolly old man, our girls will be in full meltdown mode. Ya know. The kind where one throws them self down on the floor and kicks and screams? That's what I'm talking about.
The girls are still too young to realize the big ole' man is the one who gives them presents under the tree. So until then, I've decided to take pictures in front of a beautiful tree!