One Last Piece of Christmas Cheer

Here is the prince, helping Santa as an elf (check out the pointed hat) during our school's annual holiday fun night. There was a time--for many years--when he and his sister would NOT go anywhere near Santa. This is only the 2nd photo he's ever taken with Santa. Still, he was a great help that night, and I wanted to share this photo.

Below I'm adding some tips from mall Santas, compliments of Readers Digest. I thought they were fun. Happy New Year everyone, and only 358 more shopping days until Christmas 2010.

**Never force your screaming kid onto my lap. Just bring him close and give me a few minutes. I’ve got plenty of tricks up my sleeve.

**Some of us get bonuses for making our daily photo quota. So please forgive me if I try to move things along.

**I make around $10,000 a season doing this, but cut me some slack. Between October and December, most of us work about forty 10-hour days and listen to 30,000 children.

**Wondering why both of my white-gloved hands are always where you can see them? Ask my lawyer.

**I’m sorry Grandma is in heaven or that Mom and Dad have split up. But even Santa can only so much, so let’s just stick with what you’d like to unwrap on the big day.

**Want to have more than just a few seconds with me? Skip the mall. Let’s meet at your kid’s preschool or a photo studio that invites Santa in for special portraits.

**As a matter of fact, I did to go school for this. Topics of study: how to hold children, manage sticky conversations, and care for my hair and beard.

**I don’t have total recall. Don’t come back after a few minutes and ask what your kid requested. Stand close enough to listen.

**Those of us with real beards think we’re superior. But the best of the rest of us pay as much as $3,000 to wig makers to make us authentic-looking whiskers.

**I see you vigorously nodding your head but even so, I will never, ever promise anything to a child.

**Boys tend to give it to you straight: “I want a Game Boy and a remote control car.” Little girls want to explain everything.

**Is Santa real? “Well,” I reply, pinching myself and grimacing, “I feel real.”

**I’ve been kicked in the shins, hit in the groin, scratched, bitten and peed on. But there’s a reason I keep doing this year after year: This is the best work I’ve ever found.