Once you have a kid, you enter into a contractual agreement with the parenting gods that says you must now send out Christmas cards. Since our cards are still working their way through the incredible Chicago post office (seriously, click that link if you missed the original post), I won't ruin the surprise for those of you still waiting. Instead, I'll show you the other options that didn't make the cut.
This is the first Santa that Miles met. Santa and Mrs. Claus were hanging out at Dinkels, our neighborhood bakery. I knew that they were taking pictures since as we approached, most of the kids leaving were screaming and crying. Miles, on the other hand, did great with it. But come on Claus; rule number one of taking pictures with kids is that you never break. You always look at the camera and smile. If the kid smiles and you are caught not paying attention, you have missed your window. A professional Mrs. Claus should know this.
Here we have Miles's first European Santa. I'm pretty sure this is the guy walking around town with Krampus. Actually, that would have made a good Christmas card- Seasons Greetings from Miles, Santa, and Krampus. Nothing terrifying about that at all.
This was what I had in mind for awhile (you'll probably have to click to enlarge this one). We took the top pic last Thanksgiving in Austin. Had we all not gotten the flu and ended up stuck in Houston, the bottom pic was supposed to have taken place. And also I'd not be fat in it.