
The "miracle" of this scenario was not that it took us three tries to get to Santa, but that Jack made it through all these attempts. The 'lil sir somehow got through five hours and a mile-long line of screaming children, exhausted parents, and obnoxiously caroling holiday installations without eating, pooping, crying, or fussing. In fact, he was downright cheerful – a great juxtaposition to JD's thousand-mile stare.
So Merry Christmas, damn it. Enjoy!


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