​No matter how old I get, I will not stop believing in the spirit of Father Christmas. It is something that makes Christmas magical and I love the creativity and fun of the festive season. I don’t remember the first time I found out a man doesn’t enter your house every Christmas Eve but i do remember that when I was a kid and knew it wasn’t happening and i heard mum at the end of the bed putting presents in the pillowcase / stocking that it still brought me magic and excitement. I loved it, it was the best thing about Christmas – knowing you had a thing at the end of your bed with presents in – and they were all for you.
I used to love going to visit Father Christmas when I was a kid, I used to love what my local Alders used to do. The journey to the grotto was always a artistic amazement and that show did it the best – there was always so much effort put into the displays. I remember one of them that had a lot of penguins that moved and were playing in the Antartic Snow on slides and with the polar Bears.
I was talking to my mum about this the other day and she told me a story that I don’t even remember. One year we went to see Father Christmas in his grotto and he asked me what i wanted for Christmas that year. I said I didn’t care and I was greatful for whatever he brings me. According to my mum, Father Christmas was so shocked by my response that he gave me two presents as he said to my mum he had never met someone like me before.
I will never stop believing in the spirit of Christmas as its the best time of the year!