I took The Boy Child to see Santa today.
He hasn’t seen Santa at Harrods since his first Christmas.
The change in the whole Santa set-up there is nothing short of remarkable.
It was good before, now it’s out of this world.
Santa took the time to engage with The Boy Child, holding his hand as he talked to him, telling him that asking for Lego was a good choice because it “encourages creativity“.
I look at these photos and I want to cry.
Coping with The Boy Child’s autism is hard.
I hate that autism makes it almost impossible for The Boy Child to look at someone directly in the face.
Today, Santa made autism disappear.
“Though I’ve grown old, the bell still rings for me as it does for all who truly believe.”