Two stories speak to me from these images ... the magical storybook narrative I could write from them ... of a little girl in a log cabin discovering Santa arriving with presents, then playing and dancing with him, before she tires and he tucks her into bed before disappearing back up the chimney.
... And the story of a little girl getting her portraits taken with Santa ... she on his lap ... the traditional thing. And then, when it was done, that little girl asking Santa if he would play trains with her. And so he did. He got down on all fours and played trains. And then she said, "Santa, wanna dance with me?" and he said, "Sure!" ... she told me to turn on the music and turn it up LOUD, and then she showed Santa her best dance moves and told him to do what she did. And he did. And they had so much fun.
Then that little girl got playful with Santa and told him, "I'm gonna get you, Santa!" as she came up behind him laughing. Joyously that Santa picked her up and that little girl snatched the hat from the top of his head ... And she laughed and laughed and then put it back on his head in a somewhat haphazard fashion. Silliness. Playfulness. Fun. Magic.
And then the little girl was tired, and she wanted to lay down on that little chaise in the studio. And she was cold, so she wanted a blanket. And Santa got her one, and tucked her in ... on the chaise, and in that special place he holds for her in his heart.
And memories were made ... for Lily and for Santa ... and forever. And I was so blessed to be the photographer who kept on shooting and captured some of that magic in these images.
Love & Blessings to you all this Christmas!
P.S. As I am writing this, I just looked up to see the snow beginning to fall here. Perhaps there is hope for a white Christmas here after all. That snow lasted only minutes, but we shall see ... With Christmas magic, anything is possible!