We had our first attempt at Santa photos about two weeks ago. That’s my nephew Alejandro and Nathan performing in The Crybaby and the Country Yokel: a Musical of Hope. We had waited for about forty minutes at the local mall with nothing for the kids to do other than to wriggle on the floor or launch sippy cups into the line at Dairy Queen.
At first I was secretly hoping that we would get to the front of the line before Santa took his break, but the longer we waited, the louder those hopes became until I was practically threatening, “OH SANTA HAD BETTER NOT TAKE A 15 MINUTE BREAK!”
Our second attempt at Santa photos was much more seamless. Mike and I stationed ourselves in a tiny line at Westwood Village. There were security guards flanking both ends. They must have heard my earlier Santa threats.
Later at the sub shop, we were treated to an amazing version of “Little Drummer Boy,” Mike’s favorite Christmas song. Mike and I debated whether they were carolers or wassailers. Mike didn’t think they were carolers until I said, “I don’t have a master’s degree, but why are they holding a book that says ‘Dickens Carolers’ if they are really ‘Dickens Wassailers’?”
We have little debates like this often. I represented the affirmative for the last debate topic, “RESOLVED: Washington is a community property state therefore half of that plate of nachos is mine, you stingy.”