Today's post was written whilst listening to Kid Rock's 'Welcome 2 The Party'
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| Kid Rock courtesy of: http://www.chartattack.com |
Merry Christmas one and all! As we near the 12 days afor, or at least we sit in December, we can truly start enjoying the festive, get excited about the 25th and look forward to the days when perfume adverts will no longer plague our tv screens.
Last Saturday for me was exceptionally Christmassy - if that is a word, currently there is no red line under it so I'll roll with it, the way I roll with the words with a red squiggly line regardless.
Yeah, 4/5 of the Robertson's went along to the Waas Christmas Pantomime: Cinderella Bella. It was hands down one of the best Pantomimes I have ever seen, written with great note to local instances and a fresh take on one of the most classic fairy tales. After this we headed to our local Community Hall for the Gruting School Christmas Party, it was awesome, it always is. Sat at tables round the hall eating egg sandwiches, hotdogs, fancies, washing it down with tea and then jelly and icecream. This is followed by party games, Shetland dance and a raffle. For anyone outwith Shetland reading this: Shetlanders love raffles. The evening was rounded off by Mam, Dad and I watching Elf. After the film I almost exploded in a flurry of Christmas spirit, tinsel and mince meat (not meat). I probably would have if I hadn't turned on the telly again and watched that bit of The Talented Mr. Riply where Damon beats Jude Law to death with an oar. That sobered me.*
But to the point of this blog. Santie was at the party, and I am hoping if your child is young enough to believe in the magic of Christmas to the level of every local Santa visitation being authentic, then you have not let it onto my blog.
And thinking of this man in the guise of the Saint reminded me of when I was younger, well, about 14 and I was at a local jumble sale at Christmas time. Now my Dad was there dressed as Santie to sit downstairs in the grotto so bairns could tell him what they really wanted, (much confusion and disappointment to potentially follow on the 25th) and then receive a present from under the tree and head back to the sale and spend.
I was at the sale and saw a present I could buy my Mam, sadly it was £5 and I was down to £2, however a trip to the grotto was £1 and I figured if I got down there I could ask Dad for at least £4 and afford the present for Mam. It was a teapot, that, unknowns to me at the time, she had put into the sale herself. So I headed over to the entrance to the grotto, paid the lady the fee and headed down to the steps and through the door and said Hiyi to my dad.
But it wasn't my Dad, he had left his shift and had been replaced by a much younger man posing as Santie.
This is one of those situations where you don't expect to find yourself.
But I'd already paid my pound so I sat on his knee and told him what I wanted received my present and left. Thankfully it was dark so he couldn't see me blushing, unfortunately it was so dark that I picked up a 2 - 3 year olds present for a boy by accident.
And that's the last time I have been to a Santie's grotto for myself.
When was your last time?
MERRY CHRISTMAS
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| Photo courtesy of: www.berkleymagazine.co.uk |
* I tried to find a gif of this for you, but no one had made it yet. Why?
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