Thursday, December 22, 2011

¿Dónde Está Santa Claus?

Remember earlier this week when I mentioned my red-hot photo shoot with one Mr. Kringle?

Well, I had completely given up on getting these pictures as it had been almost a week and they said I'd get within 24 hours. Apparently there are holiday miracles.

Yesterday I got all three pictures sent my way electronically.  Yes.  SCORE!

You know I'm not a big fan of myself in just about any photo, but I can't even completely say these are horrible (and that is about as positive as I get with the photo language). 

However, I'll run you through a day in the life of a supermodel.  Feel free to click on the images so they get all big and in your face.

Try #1.  Not horrid. The gloved hands on my shoulder felt strange......but I'm dealing. Santa said nothing. Awkward!!!!! 

Attempt #2.  Long time between shots as the cameraman tried to get his equipment working. There were minutes between shots. May as well have been eternity.

Never did Santa's hands come off my shoulder during the entire delay. The creepiness factor started to rise and at some point you could see it on my face.  I was becoming uncomfortable.

In between the pictures he tried make conversation about where I was flying to, where I was from, etc.  He wasn't big on Cleveland at all.  I mean, Santa has been all over the world, so he should know, right?  Still - lie a little.  Don't be such a let-down.

#3 and Final.  As you can see, Santa goes thumbs-up for success.  He wanted me to do that as well.  But if this were really Santa and can see me when I'm asleep or awake (yes, Jerry Sandusky references still come back to this), he'd know I had thumb-wart issues and wasn't about to capture them in a photo like this. 

Looking back, this may have been the first and only time I have gotten a picture with Mr. Claus. I think I can see why now. My little kid instincts were kicked into full gear even at a young age.

And do you know the real kicker?  He never asked what I wanted.  Of course I was ready if he did.:
"I want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle!"

I'll probably get a bunny suit.



Song by:  Guster 

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

Always a happy ending around the holiday season. Merry X-mas! Too bad the elf got cropped out, wonder what he was doing?

Jonny said...

You'll shoot your eye out, kid!

Birdie said...

SOMEBODY please send this man a pink bunny suit. With feet that have ears. HO HO HO.

brian said...

Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus!
You and Santa look adorable.
Enjoy the peace of the season.

A Lewis said...

The reason Santa didn't say anything is because he was AFRAID to. You probably scared the crap outta him. I mean, seriously, when was the last time you sat on someone's lap? Let alone if they were all dressed up??

Anonymous said...

Sometimes you gotta go with the creepy. Heck you were a set of handcuffs, a shot of tequila, and a jelly donut away from making some real memories.

Or you could have just did the thumbs up?

anne marie in philly said...

I like all 3 pix; you're adorable!

did you know spring training starts in less than 60 days? FUCK YEAH!

happy holidays to you and 710, blobby!

Mike said...

You ARE wearing pants in these photos, right?

I like your sweater.

Erik Rubright said...

I soooooooo want to see you in a bunny suit.

Dear creepy Santa, please make that happen.

(And you know what the word verification is for me to leave this comment? "fistus". WTF?

tamayn said...

I assume you've heard the Guster version of that song? If not, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOganSDZyLM

Cubby said...

Nice pic. Merry Merry.