With Charlotte's birthday celebrations finally at an end (she's the one on the throne, obviously), today it was time to get back on with Christmas.
Enter Santa Claus.
Again.
Yes, Christmas has changed a lot since my day. And one of the most noticeable "progressions" has been the birth of the omni-present Santa.
Honestly, Jamie and Charlotte must've met the old giffer eight or nine times over the past few weeks.
He's been everywhere. And every time the meets them, he gives himself extra work.
For example, neither Vanessa nor I were aware until this afternoon's encounter at Aireborough Rugby Club (above) that Jamie wanted an Iron Man suit in his big stocking. And now Father C (or maybe his accompanying elf) will have to knock one up.
Serves him right.
I hope he's also happy to pay for it.
