Ho Ho Humbug

This was one disturbingly sedate Santa Claus. He just sat there and didn’t even ask the girls what they wanted for Christmas. So I stood a few feet away and shout-whispered, “TELL HIM WHAT YOU WANT. GO ON. DO IT. DO IT.” Marlo mumbled gibberish and Leta refused to open her mouth.

THAT’S how you do Christmas.

(Thanks to Dad for snapping the shot.)