I knew my first Christmas party was going to be a bad idea when Mom and Dad put me in this suit...I like Santa, but I don't like looking like Santa.
The lights at the house were pretty...and the food looked delicious, but that just made me more mad because I couldn't eat any of it. The worst part was all the strangers talking to me, getting in my face, and trying to hold me. I just yelled at them and frowned (too bad Mom didn't get a picture of that). It was my bedtime and I'm not usually fond of strangers anyway.
This is probably the nicest picture of me from the whole night (well, the whole hour that we stayed). I even cried most of the way home, until Mom got beside me in the backseat and calmed me down. I guess I'm just not old enough yet to enjoy the nightlife. -maddox 
