But as we say here on the British Isles – Father Christmas is coming!
As our little one was a brand new born last Christmas (and I couldn’t drive due to c-section wounds), it seemed pointless taking him to do ‘Christmassy’ things like taking a visit to see Father Christmas. Not that he exactly will remember it this time around, but we still decided to take the little, along with his cousin, to his very first grotto experience at Westfield White City.
(This was a picture from my phone, but the grotto was lit all funky and this was actually how the pic came out)
We watched a 5D christmas movie (yes, I was suspicious how that worked too…) and then went to meet the big man himself and bag them a gift.
George had a great time and was smiling away…
But Max, not so much…
At least he can look back and laugh at this in years to come. Maybe we won’t be bother next year though…!