The plan was to get in line to see Santa before his 11am start time.  Due to a major Zoë meltdown because she didn't want me to help her put her dress on, we left the house at 10:45am. When we arrived we were seventh in line.  Not bad. All was good, the choir was singing and the kids were happy. As we inched closer to Santa it started to fall apart...Zoë removed her shoes, Poppy was squirming and Beckett was laying on the floor. We quickly put everyone in place for the photo....
Good times....such a hilarious photo!  Out of the six people ahead of us, four cried. Ho Ho Ho!