It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Same Santa four years in a row. Same resigned expression for having children sit on his knees, invariably crying, wondering why it's acceptable to sit on a complete stranger's knee, a man dressed in a red coat with a wiry (very real) beard. Yet this year, Reuben's face as he buried it in great excitement in his hands, was priceless. And he taught Santa a few signs to boot in a very sweet moment.

I often wonder: should I be buying the movie they sell of the boys running up to see him (or running away in Callum's case. "Mama!").

Hey: I found our Santa in last year's pics.