When we got to the front, the boys transformed into perfect angels. If anyone had witnessed them further back in queue they probably would not have recognized them. Hell, I barely did. They climbed onto Santa's lap and told him what they wanted. It turns out they had a whole different list than the one they'd been telling me all along. Shit. When the photographer told them to pose, they turned it on.
But this is why we do it, right? The perfect Christmas photo. And the boys more than delivered. I may actually have to believe this one, this Santa with the kind eyes and gentle manner, just may be the real Santa.