nikdante

I used to be Father Christmas, you know. Yup, it's true. One Christmas I was very poor and accepted a job as Father Christmas at my local department store (albeit a young and skinny Father Christmas). It was actually quite a good job, not badly paid, and came with a great deal of satisfaction. I didn't have a grotto - just roamed the shop handing out balloons and such. But I built up a real philosophy of the role - I didn't adopt a loud, deep, booming voice - many children find Santa scarey enough without that - and I would come down to their level to talk to them so as not to appear too imposing in my 6 foot Santa glory. Occasionally I was sent out into the street to drum up trade where I ran the gauntlet of the local youths, but ultimately they have a certain respect for the guy in the Santa suit, and I could bribe them with balloons.

Merry Christmas everyone!