That's what the circumstances said. And the coordinated outfits. They spoke to me and told me to photograph them. After all, when again would hair be curled and shirts tucked and sweater vests be on and clean all at the same time?
Turns our my perfect circumstances were actually the perfect storm.
I forgot one crucial thing. . . . . . . . . they were tired. All of them. All equally tired and unable to cooperate.
They all hit the proverbial wall within seconds of each other.
Right about here. And they silently conspired against me to prevent me from holiday cheer. It was only when I heard my voice reach an unfamiliar pitch that reason took over and I was able to solve the problem.
I sent them to bed. Where they quickly fell fast asleep.
So, if you receive a Christmas card from us this year the children will not be wearing Christmas outfits. Their hair won't be combed or curled. And there may or may not be a child missing a smile.
But the cards done got sent. Merry, merry Christmas!
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