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Visiting Father Christmas

Posted by Big Boo on December 5th, 2011

Santa's GrottoIn recent years our local shopping centre, like most shopping centres across the country, has given the younger inhabitants of our town a chance to go and visit Father Christmas in order to let him know what they would like for their presents on the big day.

This year however it was reported in the local newspaper that Mr. Christmas would not be visiting our town, basically because it seemed nobody bothered to organise it this year for various reasons I won’t bore you with. Anyway, this saddened me somewhat as when my sister and I were little going to visit Father Christmas was one of the highlights of the year for us.

There were two options for us when it came to visiting Santa’s Grotto. The first was closest to home, in our home town’s independent department store. This shop used to devote a small corner of the toy department to the Grotto, which was a pretty simple wooden shell with a curtain for a door, with Father Christmas sat inside.

St. Nicholas was nestled between two tubs of toys (boys and girls) and after saying you had been good this year and reeling off the list of things you’d like to have you were allowed to choose a toy and that was that.

This was a fairly traditional Father Christmas experience I guess, but as I said we had a second option available to us. We often used to visit the next nearest (and far bigger) town to us for shopping trips with our parent, and this town always had a really impressive Santa’s Grotto in the main shopping centre.

So impressive was the Grotto here that there was always a massive queue you had to endure first. They tried to make it as interesting as possible though with the queue winding through a fake snowy landscape complete with polar bears and penguins (despite the fact that this is quite obviously a nonsense proposition due to them living at opposite poles of the Earth).

The Grotto itself was a proper looking log cabin affair (I’m sure it wasn’t actually made of logs though), and once inside you got to sit on Father Christmas’ knee and do the usual ritual. Then somebody (probably dressed as an elf) took your picture, which if I remember correctly you could come back and collect later that day – it may even have been included in the price.

You said your goodbyes to Santa and upon leaving were handing a bag containing your gift and a few other novelties such as a badge and balloon. The best thing though was the card for extra presents!

In what was a smart marketing move on the part of the shopping centre, this card had the names of around eight of the shops in the centre printed on it. You could then visit each shop in turn to be given another little present of some sort, meaning that by the end of your traipse around the shops you came away with quite a good haul of little gifts.

As you get older it becomes very easy to remember things as being a lot better when you were younger, when perhaps they weren’t, but I feel in this instance our old visits to the Grotto at the Christmas were far superior to the kind of offerings most shopping centres and department stores offer – if indeed they offer anything at all that is! :-(

Does anyone have any interesting stories of past visits to see Father Christmas to share with us all?

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