As part of the festive preparations this week I've been rummaging in the loft for this Christmas sack I made last year for Harry, which makes an appearance in the hearth miraculously on Christmas morning, dusted with snow straight from the Big Man's sleigh. I wanted to make him something very personal, and something that also looked realistic enough to help to sustain belief in Father Christmas for as long as possible, as well (of course) as being a handy receptacle for the presents themselves.
What an amazing and incredibly sweet idea for those family Christmas mornings :) xx
