Here comes Santa again, swanning in at the last minute. Isn’t it about time parental elves got some glory for all the hard work?
Christmas is such a bizarre and wonderful time. I buy into all of it: dragging a dead tree into my house and decorating it, eschewing any notion of a healthy diet, replacing this with a massive “sharing” tub of Quality Street and some sickly liqueur that I wouldn’t countenance at any other time of year, endless TV Christmas specials … the usual.
And now that I have children, the “magic” side of it all has come into play. Every year we dash outside so I can show my daughters some variant of Santa’s sleigh passing over the house in preparation for visiting us later (thank you to various international space stations and Christmas Eve travellers keeping the planes in the air at this important time), we leave food and drink out for Father Christmas and the reindeer, their faces when they see on Christmas morning that “he’s been” are a delight …
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