The first time the triplets met Santa, I thought for sure this was the worst picture ever taken. But I've since heard from scores of people, from around the world, who are convinced that this is quite possibly, the best picture ever taken.
The second time the triplets met Santa, it didn't go much better. This Santa clearly needs a vacation. Or a shot of whiskey. Or maybe a career change.
By the third time the children met Santa, we had grown by two feet and and unless we wanted six of those feet to run away, we needed to sit in the photo to help contain everyone. Elizabeth is afraid to put her arm down, I am whispering between clenched teeth to William, "LOOK AT THE CAMERA!" and to this day, I've never seen Carolyn look so forlorn.
This year, three of of our four children have clued in that Santa is a good thing. There was so much talking (and talking and talking) that after five minutes of asking if Santa could bring a blue batman, and dragon puppet, and pink princesses, and purple ponies, and what kind of cookies Santa likes to eat and whether the reindeers would like carrots or hay, Or both! And apples too? And what about cewewy? Santa handed them hand fulls of peppermint sticks and said "Maybe you'd like this now? Please?"
I figure by the year 2010, all of our children will be smiling.