Not a fan of Jolly Old St Nick

Judging from the photo, you can probably make an accurate assessment of how Claire's first experience with Santa went. There were no bellies jiggling like a bowl full of jelly as the song suggests. We got dressed up. We drove there. We stood in line. We relished as people ooo'd and aaa'd over our cute baby girl. But, the moment we stepped into Santa's home at Bridgeport Village and placed Claire on the knee of the over-sized man in crushed red velvet, she freaked! Red face, alligator tears, shrieks of terror, clawing for mama and papa, the works. So, after a few chuckles by us mean parents, we graciously (over)paid for the Christmas memory, apologized to Santa for his new-found deafness in his right ear, thanked the elves for the priceless photo and we skedaddled. Can't wait until next year...