The smell of pine filling the house. Matching pajamas on Christmas morning. Ornaments passed down from generation to generation.

Nope.

The biggest thing I miss out on as a non-Christmas celebrating mother isn’t any of those things. It’s screaming Santa pictures, of course. I just can’t get enough of the jolly old man pathetically holding a child screaming bloody murder. That’s just the kind of mother I am.

Since I won’t be sharing my own Santa pictures with you, I present you with some of my favorite reader submitted photos. The lucky bastards!