yesterday when i was driving home from dropping jason off at his office christmas-do i glanced at the side of the road, and saw a guy walking along wearing a santa outfit: hat, red suit, beard- the works.

and for the tiniest of seconds my inner five year old went ‘oh my god! it’s really hiiiimmmmmmm!

….and then i realised that actually, it probably wasn’t the real father christmas. because, you know, he’s too busy to be wandering the streets of surrey at this time of year. obviously.

was anyone else absolutely terrified of father christmas as a child? the first year i was old enough to understand the whole santa thing, i was so terrified at the idea of some unknown man creeping into my room on christmas eve i made my mum put a sign on my bedroom door, saying ‘please leave rosie’s stocking outside on the landing instead of on the end of her bed!’ i was a sensitive little soul ;)