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The boys have never had their photo taken with Santa before, and Erik is nearly 7.5 years old... Today they saw Santa at our local shopping centre and basically BEGGED to be allowed to have their photo taken. I tried to discourage them, but Luey proceeded to lean against my belly at a forty five degree angle in a desperate attempt to stop me walking past Santa...

So anyway, decided seeing as there wasn't a line, we got a photo taken... By "a" I mean one, because literally two seconds after this pic was taken, Bryn realised I was standing waaaaaaay over THERE and he was stuck with Erik and Luey sitting next to some strange guy with a towel on his face...

But yeah, now we have one of "those" photos...

Erik told Santa that he wanted a Yugi board, I told him Santa had that all in hand... It's funny, yk, Erik and Luey know that the Santas at the shop are "representatives" of the Christmas spirit, and not the real St Nic they're based on, but Erik told me today he likes to "believe" in Santa, just because he likes Santa... He said he wished he could meet the "REAL" Santa, so I told him, he can when he's asleep. In his dreams he can talk to the real Santa, and that THAT Santa would be the real Santa...

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Nic and Beren said…
aww thats so sweet about Erik and Santa. Christmas is such fun when your a child.

Gorgeous pic by the way. I can't wait to get ours done this year.

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