While we sat and waited we saw a mother holding her daughter by the elbow and draggering her to sit on the lap of
On the other hand, when my aunt and uncle got there, we pointed out the man with the beard and the rosy cheeks to the five year old and his eyes lit up. He knew what he wanted: A pretend bow and arrow (because you can't shoot your eye out with one of those). You could see on his face that he was preparing for the moment when he would need to tell Santa what he wanted. A preparation that paid off. But, and this is just me bragging on family, my aunt and uncle had the healthiest conversation in line: if the baby gets upset while sitting on Santa's lap, we're just gonna not have a pic with him and old man (the conversation wasn't in those words, but you get the gist). I was so happy to know that they understood that Christmas is supposed to be fun for kids, and if sitting on the gift bringer's lap is lacking in the fun, let's just not do it.
Now, the day ended well, as I said before, the five year old peeled off his words to Santa like a champ and the one year old was super man and while he wasn't super thrilled to be sitting on that red velvet lap, he didn't cry and looked very regal for the pictures. I listen to a radio show occasionally, and they have a list of "things that need to go," and I'd say that dragging your kid, kicking and screaming to meet Santa, is one of the things that "needs to go."