Wow. Look. Proper white hair. Proper beard. Red suit. Black belt. White trim. You know, it must be him. Santa is real.
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Santa starts to climb Radio City 1’s Tower
He’s a month early, but it does look like Father Christmas has taken the opportunity to start the ascent to the top of the tower
Santa Denial
Despite all the evidence, it is shocking to see that there are a growing number of Santa deniers out there. These are the folk that,
Faaaa!
Well, Christmas Eve is the last day that Father Christmas is available to be visited by the boys and girls of the world. Christmas Eve
Father!
Aha. Today all the mastic and the 10 minutes of carefully putting my Father Christmas beard in place and making sure it is properly glued
Father Chris!
A pattern emerged at the beginning of the month. Very young children and babies would come to visit Father Christmas before about 3pm, and definitely in the
Father Christmas!
Disaster! My Elf has gone sick. She was spluttering a bit yesterday and seemed less than her usual, er, elf, and so today is staying
Father Christmas Do!
Spending all day in a grotto dressed as Father Christmas is having its toll. It was only a few weeks before this that I was
Father Christmas Do Not!
I’m still Father Christmas sitting in a grotto. Yes I am! Four kids came in together today. I don’t think they were brothers and sisters.
Father Christmas Do Not Touch!
A ‘grandfather’ was wheeled into my grotto. Wheelchair bound, he was accompanied by about 10 others. There were different generations all gathered together, most making
Father Christmas Do Not Touch Me!
There are only a few different types of parents or grandparents. And, it’s mainly grandparents that are the awful pushy ones. Parents maybe less so.
Father Christmas Do Not Touch Me Ho!
As a Liverpudlian Father Christmas, I’m starting to notice that every child has one of a small selection of names. Why is nearly every boy
Father Christmas Do Not Touch Me Ho Ho!
Suited and booted, bearded and wigged, I am now Father Christmas. A grotto had been found for me, and day one was to consist of
Father Christmas Do Not Touch Me Ho Ho Ho!
How hard can it be dressing up as Father Christmas and working in a Grotto? It must be dead easy, right? Sigh. The first thing
Father Christmas Do Not Touch Me Ho Ho Ho Ho!
I think telling kids that Father Christmas exists is child abuse. Period. I believe it is cruel. I believe it should be outlawed and any
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