For years my mom expected us to get our picture taken with Santa. Like my brother was in his twenties when we finally put a stop to it. Like we probably ruined her Christmas the year we put our foot down and said no more.
Now it’s time for a new generation to get their picture with Santa. What I’ve come to realize when looking at past and present pictures is there are only two poses. There is the “What the hell am I doing on this stranger’s lap” pose and there is the “Are we done yet” pose.
Below are three generations of LeMasters’ Santa pictures. There is a mix of hate and indifference in the photos below. I feel like it represents my family's feelings about strange, old men, who talk to us.
No letters were mailed out, because it was unanimously felt that I share entirely too much information throughout the year. I guess what I’m saying is, all is good on the Colorado front. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
A special thanks to Molly & Colleen LeMasters, who encouraged a blog based on the first photo below.
1959: Nick LeMasters (Age 1), wondering "what the hell Joan LeMasters was thinking putting him on a stranger's lap." Tommy LeMasters is obviously trying to put distance between himself and the crier...Santa makes naughty and nice decisions based on association.
1961: Robyn LeMasters (Age 3), not really interested in the whole picture/Santa ordeal. The ringlets rock, though! I do think it's pretty obvious that she doesn't want the strange, old man touching her shoulder.
1965: Nick LeMasters (Age 7), finally accepting that this guy might actually be magical. Look at his face, he's totally captivated. I'm sure he's thinking, "I'll sit on this stranger for a minute if it means I get a new gold, Stingray bike, with a checker flag banana seat."
1983: Ryan LeMasters (Age 1), not really sure what's happening, but being the appeasing young-man that would turn into the pleasing man, he smiles for the camera...feeling indifferent about the whole situation. I would say that he does look like he's trying to inch his way off Santa's lap.
1985: Nathan LeMasters (Age 1), hating every second of this moment. Tiny, however, sees a new bone in her future.
1988: Dayna LeMasters (Age 1), so begins my phobia of strange, old men who feel the need to touch or talk to me.
2006: Annie LeMasters (Age 1), could really care less about the situation, completely indifferent.
2009: Zach LeMasters (Age 1), I think we can all tell by the red face, and glazed eyes, that somebody was crying about the prospect of sitting on a stranger's lap.
2011: Nick LeMasters (Age 1), obviously trying to figure out the nearest escape route.
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