Ho, Ho, Ho...

Earlier today, we decided to get Silas and Avery out and see Santa (for another try at meeting the jolly old man... if you remember last year's epic fail ("You Better Watch Out, Better Not Cry...")).  They were excited to put on their red shirts and take a picture... well, Avery was excited to take a picture. Silas still does not like to do that sort of thing.  Such a little man.

Here is Avery saying, "this is my Silas picture face."

They were both excited and saying "Santa!, Santa!" as we walked to the back of the store where we were greeted with a very friendly "Ho, Ho, Ho!" (unlike last year's stoic impersonator.)  Both Silas and Avery, on cue, turned around and held on to one of my legs and buried their faces in my thigh. This Santa was very good and tried to persuade the kids (thankfully, there was no one else in line).  Nothing we did convinced them to sit in Santa's lap.  So here are Dad and Mom in the pic again for 2012 (at least Avery smiled).  Oh, Santa has his hands folded and to himself because both twins were emphatic that he not touch them.  Oh well.  Fail. 

But I guess Silas and Avery are right. Christmas isn't about Santa anyway.  

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, the Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Of the increase of his government and peace there will be no end. —Isaiah 9:6-7