This is a photo of Little Sis and I, 1984 visiting the Big Man.
I took the Bubela and the Nosh on the "Santa Express" last week. A lovely friend of mine had invited us along to join her and her kids. We picked up the "Santa Express" at Selfridges in London and took the 15 minute journey to "Lapland" to visit Father Christmas.
NB. Its all a bit confusing in our house with the Channukah/Christmas thing. We visit Father Christmas, but we know that its Father Channukah that delivers the presents - on Christmas Day. And, Mummy and Daddy give the presents for the 8 days of Channukah. Phew, anyone else wanna throw their little tradition into this mess?
Anyway, the journey to "Lapland" was picturesque. We saw reindeer's and rabbits, trees and tinsel, snow drops and snow flakes. Just beautiful. It set the scene to visit Father Christmas.
Now, upon this journey I thought about who would apply for such a job as Father Christmas. What would the job description say? He had to be short. He'd have to be 50ish. And he'd have to be extra friendly.
We dock at "Lapland" and enter the room. "Hello my friends" in the broadest Yiddisher accent you could ever here. My ears pricked and my eyes twinkled like we were on familiar ground. "So, Vhat vould you like for Christmas?" The Bubela shrank into me. He gave the kids a book, "The Snowman" and vished us good health and a heppy new year.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE. I love you all dearly.
Be good, be kind and keep healthy.