Santa on a Train

05.12.15

We went to see Father Christmas on Saturday, on a train.  Darwin knows who he is now and his face did genuinely light up when he saw him.  One of Santa’s helpers was in charge of our carriage and dictated a whole load of rules before we set off in a very strict tone.  “Do not let your child stand on the table”, “Do not let your child climb under the table”, “Do not laugh or make direct eye contact with Santa”, “Do not speak to Santa unless he speaks to you, and if he does refer to him as ‘Your Highness’” etc.  We were all quite intimidated.

All the adults were given a mince pie and mulled wine by the shit elf and we quietly awaited the arrival of the man himself.  Before too long Santa passed through the carriage dishing out carrier bags (the type that don’t have holes in them to prevent kids from suffocating!) containing presents.  Darwin received a fluffy Siberian Tiger toy.  Santa didn’t talk to anyone but we didn’t mind.  He looked the part and Darwin loved being on a train.