“You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
He’s making a list
And checking it twice
Gonna find out Who’s naughty and nice
Santa Claus is coming to town”
Santa Clause is coming to town
Its official, only one sleep to go until Little Monkey’s First Christmas and I’m sooooooooo excited, cue every single happy emoji….The decorations are up (Ta Da) the presents are wrapped and the best part, the house is clean (I’m talking OCD inspired spotless) well I don’t want the Elves talking about us.
But it wouldn’t be Christmas without a visit to the man in red and that all important first Santa picture. So in the tradition of all things festive, I took Henry to see Father Christmas at Dobbies.
|Santa & baby….x|
Pre-booked online, we arrived during our allocated time slot and was greeted by one of Santa’s smiling Elves. We then entered a mini magical kingdom of Lapland (in Liverpool, who knew?) that excited Henry’s senses and mine. We met Polar bears, penguins and reindeer’s…oh my… & there were plenty of opportunities to take pictures and get into the festive spirit. The queue also gave me the opportunity to pray to the spirit of Christmas that Henry wouldn’t cry when he saw Father Christmas.
Finally at the end of a Lapland journey we entered Santa’s house ready to meet Mr Clause (hey its hard trying to think of other names without saying, Santa, Santa, Santa).
& this is when it all went wrong. Santa had a fake beard. He was probably around 30 years old and he wasn’t jolly and round. I was deflated. Now don’t get me wrong, he was a lovely man, but he just wasn’t what I’d imagined. We took our picture, to which thankfully Henry didn’t cry, and then we were sent off with Henry’s present.
On leaving I reviewed Henry’s picture and it again highlighted my concerns that he just didn’t seem real. So I did what any annoying parent would do (yes, I’ve become one of those Mums) and I complained (Cue every shocked looking emoji).
Thankfully Dobbies completely understood my concerns and let us come in again the following day to see another Father Christmas. & it was the best experience I could have wished for. On drawing the red curtain we were greet by Saint Nick himself. Real beard, check, warm and friendly eyes, check and jolly and round, check, check check. Henry unfortunately wasn’t too impressed, in his picture he looks like he is praying for the floor to swallow him up (embarrassing Mummy). But I was ecstatic.
So this will always be in my memory as the Day that Henry met the real Santa
Thank you Dobbies & Merry Christmas x