Now, I hate speaking behind someone’s back, especially about someone as
egotistic lovely as Father Christmas, but it has to be said…I think the power is going to his head.
We went to see him a couple of years ago when my daughter was 5 and she asked for a Baby Annabel. Rather than nodding and helpfully telling her that she would get it if she was a good girl, he gained a glint in his eye and I’m sure beneath that beard was a smirk lurking as he said;
“And would you like Father Christmas to bring you the pushchair and the cot as well?’
Either he couldn’t see me shaking my head furiously, or he chose to ignore it. I’m guessing the latter.
A few weeks ago I took my three year old to see Mr Red Hat and he asked what she would like.
‘Oh, and would you like it to be a pink bike?’
For goodness sake, why all the unnecessary detail? No, Father Christmas, she flippin’ wants a blue one, a beautiful blue Princess bike. However, now she thinks she’s getting a pink one thanks to good old Father Christmas poking his nose in.
A word to the wise Father Christmas; if you are going to sit back and take all the credit whilst us Mums provide you with the goods, know your place.
Next year Father Christmas,if you don’t mind, just butt out.