Santa Claus is likely not coming to our house because he was not met with a nice reception the first time he met our boys

On Thursday night our children took part in the time honored tradition of dressing in uncomfortable clothing ("But ___fill in your child's name here___, don't you want to look nice for the picture?), climbing onto a complete stranger's lap, being prodded to smile by ridiculous bells and plastic toys which would clearly entertain no one and would certainly not make anyone want to smile, crying because this ritual only proves your parents are into torture, especially around the holidays, and then having the entire moment forever immortalized in film.  Here is the proof.