This picture from Scared of Santa reminds me of a classic family moment.
I have three younger brothers. The first year we all went to see Santa together, I was four and they were two years, one year and four months. My brave mom took all four of us to Sears to get our picture taken while my father was at work. The four-month old was still too small to run but if he had been able to make a getaway, he probably would have joined the other two. One look at Santa and they ran off crying. The picture from that year is of cute me and my baby brother all by ourselves. The other two hid under a clothing rack until the threat was over. We laugh and laugh every Christmas when we look at our photos with Santa. (I'll have to get the picture from my mom and post it.)