Friday 25th December 2014
It was all going well, Kingsley, his father and I wandering through Santa’s grotto, marveling at the wonderful decorations, smiling reindeers and shiny bright stars above. But when it came to sitting on Santa’s lap, Kingsley lost it. He became hysterical; inconsolable; almost petrified at how his parents seemingly abandoned him on some weirdly-dressed and oddly hairy stranger.
It mattered little to us though, all the crying. Erroll and I were determined to capture Kingsley – newly turned one in his grandpa’s country, America, – with Santa. After attempts in both Nashville and Chicago, both parents decided to sit on Santa’s lap too…just to show our son that he ain’t such a bad Santa after all…