My hubby accused me of flirting with Santa…
Storm Gubby, 40.
Stepping through the double doors, I gasped at the twinkling lights strung around us.
A giant tree stood in one corner, covered in tinsel.
It was Christmas 2015, and our local sports hall had been transformed into Santa’s grotto.
“Look who it is, boys,” I said.
“Santa!” my twins Jack and Ben, then three, squealed, racing across the hall.
My hubby, Charlie, 35, and I looked on smiling with our five-week-old baby, Oliver, snoozing in his stroller.
Santa was in his 60s, with a bushy white beard, wearing a bright red padded suit.
He sat on a throne and when the twins’ turn came, I lifted them onto his lap and took photos.
“They’re so excited to meet…
