In Search of Santa

The Grotto was quite dark and Santa was nowhere to be seen. I spotted a small group of people across the room and decided to ask them if they had seen Daddy Crimbo.

I thought it was cruel to dangle such a heavy star over a small baby and considered reporting them to the RSPCA.

Just then I spotted Santa and quicker than you can say 'Watership Down' I leapt onto his lap and read a long list of items I expected to get on Christmas Day.

I told him of all the charitable work I'd performed during 2005 and then with a quick wink I slipped a £5 note into his pocket.

As I left the grotto I hoped that this was the real Santa but due to the suspicious beard and strong smell of mothballs I couldn't help but think that he was an imposter. I felt sorry for all the children who had been hoodwinked into believing that he was the real Santa but more importantly I felt distraught at having wasted £5.