Roman walked right onto the little santa set and waved at the trains, felt the big velvet chair then wandered over to the guy with the beard. Santa was greeted in the same way that Roman treats every new person, a wave, a smile and a joyous heart, my boy is the spirit of Christmas.
Last year he was only four months old at Christmas, recently moved to the orphange, too young to know about toys under the tree and the magic of Christmas. I am deeply grateful that he is home in time for his family to be the ones to make the introduction to the fellow that he will soon know as Santa Claus.
I believe in Christmas magic.
Look at the miracle sitting on santa’s lap and I think you will too.
What’s you magical first memory of your children meeting the big guy?