At the Royal Pavilion Brighton, the children are asked what they would like from Father Christmas.
My Niece (aged 4) hiding in her Mummy's arms:
An egg cup and some hand cream.
My Nephew (aged 6), after announcing "Now, this may sound a little unusual":
Panpipes and a water park (waterfall and river included).
Rhinos will be requested later.
Later, in the car, it sinks in. A wide-eyed nephew: "Why did the Elf hug you Aunty Ellie?"
It pays to have friends in high places. We were all tickled pink by the experience.
I have never enjoyed surprising the Elf and the Little Uns so much.
They wear the best ‘Cor Blimey’ Eyes...
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2 comments:
Don't you think that revealing that you were friends with santa's helper might have blown the illusion for the children. That seems a bit elfish.
Boom Boom!
Elfish.... Ho Ho Ho! I don't understand the joke though.
I was out with Father Christmas, Mrs Christmas and the Elf last night, watching Holiday on Ice. For real. The big man even made a bad pun about being committed. What's the illusion?
Read FATHER CHRISTMAS
GOES ON HOLIDAY by Raymond Briggs. It's bloomin' marvellous.
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