You probably don’t remember the first time you sat on Santa’s knee. People were probably goo-ing and gaa-ing at you, jumping around with toys behind a camera trying to make you smile.
You may not remember whether or not you smiled, but there is a photo somewhere that will tell you how it went down.
You will, however remember your own children's first Santa photo. You'll remember goo-ing and gaa-ing at them and jumping around behind a camera with toys and a big smile on your face.
I will remember you and your children too.
I was a Santa photographer. I was the lady behind the camera, clicking her fingers and jiggling toys at babies and toddlers on Santa's knee. I loved my job. I loved listening to Christmas carols on repeat for a month straight. I enjoyed chatting with my jolly Santa when the lines were low. I enjoyed watching kids in matching Christmas outfits sit on Santa's knee and loved seeing their faces light up when they got to speak with the man himself.
But what I didn't enjoy were the parents who came in and wanted a one-week-old baby to smile. The parents that wouldn't give up until their newborn had the perfect smile shining across their face. Or the parents who forced their quivering two-year-old to sit on Santa's knee while they howled a scream that you only imagine in nightmares - because for them it was their nightmare.