Sitting with Jolly Santa

In the past I have had problems getting my eldest, Keiran, to sit with the jolly fat man. Except of course, his first Santa sit, where he was oblivious to who it was that held him.  The following year, he cracked it big time, didn’t want a bar of him, so there was no photo that year. The next year, I was heavily pregnant. My son didn’t want to sit on Santa’s knee, but wasn’t distressed by him, so  I squeezed on Santa’s chair with him and held my son on my knee, the photographer cut me out as asked and it looked like my son was sitting nicely on Santa’s knee and he was gorgeous. Last year was a better year, my eldest son still wanted me to sit with him, so I was in the photo last year while my little baby boy Davin got his first time with Santa and no tears, he sat there oblivious and happy.