|this girl loved a jaunty bow|
[Tangent: My how times have changed.]. My sister meanwhile looked just plain bored with the precedings. [Tangent: Also, how half-assed is this Santa? I am 90% certain from the waist up, he is wearing a henley!]
I guess by this time, Hickory Hollow (RIP) has worked out the kinks with it's Santas. This one looks pretty legit! Also, look at my super sweet velour lacoste sweatshirt. When I pointed what a fashion forward 4 year old I was, my mom shared that it was indeed my brother's hand me down. When I chastised her for putting her small daughter, who already is plagued with a very unflattering boy hairdo in a boys shirt, she pointed out that because I am wearing a large angel medallion, my femininity is saved. Rejoice .
First grade was probably my cutest year...I was two years away from falling down an awkward spiral that would last for about 8 years. Life was good! This year, my Santa picture was taken with my elementary school principal, Mr. Frank. [Tangent: I really am glad I grew up when I did. Students in my elementary school actually had a good relationship with our principal. Every grade took field trips to his farm, and by the time you had ascended to Middle School, Mr Frank had either pulled one of your baby teeth out or paddled you for getting in trouble. Those were the days. ]
I think this is the last picture I took with Santa, and to be honest I am not even 100% where it was taken, but I do know that it looks like this believable Santa just told me a dirty joke and I am trying to look amused. It's probably my favorite of the bunch.