Truth be told, I kinda... Hate taking the Christmas picture. Dad gets out his camera and makes us pose in the most akward positions. And thank goodness we're doing this one in a staged area at night cuz if it was during the day you darn well bet he'd have us looking right into the sun and then every picture someone is quinting too much so gotta take it again.
But... Lolly had a lot of fun. The suit was kinda uncomfortable, and I dunno how she wasn't freezing cold in her getup. She had fun taking every picture--like two dozen of 'em. It was her first year, though, after the next one then she'll be graoning like the rest of us.
And of course Dad picked the one picture that wasn't posed. The one that he accidentally took fiddling with the camrea. All that fuss to try and get things so pristine.
Oh well, I guess it looks good at least. I can tolerate myself in this one. I'll only be a little bahumbug about it. Just enough so dad doesn't get a big head about it.