While technically we love Santa, "we" are quite leary of him. It's the whole stranger in a funny outfit fear, I think. Last year we never made it to get a photo with him, but we did stand very close to him briefly. Here is a little journey down our Santa memory lane:
First Christmas, 3 months old

No tears or fears. Santa was really nice and loved holding a tiny little baby. Cute, right?
Second Christmas, 15 months old


Here we clearly do not like strangers, especially in red velvet suits. Not understanding the role of Santa certainly contributed to the extreme fear/anxitey. I felt really bad for him! The top photo was taken at my husband's office holiday party by volunteers that really didn't care about waiting for the baby to stop freaking out!
Third Christmas, 2 years old

Here we are feeling a bit more comfortable, but only as long as we were close by. Another fun visit at the holiday office party with a great Santa.
Fourth Christmas, age three

No, he wouldn't go near Santa that year, but a giagantic walking peanut butter cup presents no problems!
Fifth Christmas, age four

We tricked him this year and didn't tell him we would be seeing Santa at Sesame Place. They had a toy workshop in the North Pole set up where we waited, with Santa in a different room. They took four photos of him, this was the best one! It really reflects where he is at in personality at this age. He did smile a bit, but was really bashful. With some new people he is completely relaxed and silly, like with the tech who repaired our heater. He actually put on a musical performance for that guy. At least he is reserved with strangers for safety's sake! There will be a Santa at my husband's holiday party in two weeks. Maybe we'll get another photo there?
So while I'm writing this my son came over to see the photos. I asked him if he likes Santa now. He said, "not really." Why? "Because he is weird looking." Ugh.