A visit with Santa

So our visit with Santa went about as planned: 

the girls handed him their lists, reviewing what they each want (Barbie dream house for Sidney, along with La La Loopsie poopsie, more Barbies and a Wubble; Regan wants stilts, gift cards and a Wubble), and then it was time to snap a quick picture.

I plopped Lincoln onto Santa's lap but just as I did, I could feel his arm clenching around mine as if to tell me "do NOT set me on that bearded man!". I did anyway, and he screamed his head off. 

We thought moving him over to Regan's lap would do the trick to calm him.....

nope.  

Ah, but it's a classic Christmas picture, isn't it!?