It's getting to be that time of year when us kids have to think about and plan that thing which maketh the mother-in-law so gleeful: The Santa Picture. It's a tradition; my husband and his brothers have had their picture taken every year since they were born. It's the only gift she really cares about at Christmas, so we have to haul our asses to the line every year to do it.
My sister-in-law is about to have a baby, and would love to end this madness before her child must be subjected to it. I don't blame her. Look at what runs in the family:
Yeah.
The first picture is the oldest, the second is her husband. Luckily, there are no pictures of MY husband crying, or it would be in there, too.
Let's haiku this moment, shall we?
Give me your 5-7-5, yo.
