Watching as my little girl played around me, my mind wandered to Christmas.
It may have been summer, but with another lockdown looming, I’m sure I wasn’t the only parent a little worried.
Every year, I took my daughter Rosey-Grace, six, to a grotto.
Her face was priceless.
My step-children, Freya, 11, and Camden, 10, may not be believers anymore, but they make sure to keep the magic alive.
However, last year, my fiancée Natalie, 33, and I, had no idea how we were going to keep them all entertained for the festive season.
And the more I thought about it, the more I realised that there would be thousands of children who missed out.
Many maybe robbed of their last year of believing.
I had to do something about…