Then I remembered that we own a Santa Suit. So I talked to Brighton about it, and we decided on a Daddy...I mean Santa visit Saturday night. Great compromise, right? Not so much. Brighton thought it was great, but I think we may have scarred Tilden for life. Go figure. We screwed up with Santa again. Tily was still scared the next morning. I thought it was a great idea, but I think it turned into darn near parenting cruelty.
You can't see Tilden freak out, but you can hear her, and you can see the camera jolt after she clings on to me for dear life. Ho...ho...nope.



























































