Santa with a tattoo.

We took our little nieces to see Father Christmas yesterday. Both girls under six so the magic of Christmas was overflowing. Excited faces and smiles. It was breakfast with Santa which is essentially an overpriced full English with some old bloke sat in a corner, sweating under a large red suit with a huge fake white beard. The only thing I could see of his face were a pair of eyes and a wrinkled broken nose. I think he may have been a stand in. Not for the real one of course. The big man is busy busy in his work shop doing his stuff. No I mean the other fake Father Christmas. This one didn’t have much to say to the kids apart from, “High five!” His thin white gloves held palm our from them to slap. He looked a bit vacant at times though. One of girls asked him where he lived. “Errrrrrr…” he said, looking around for help. I thought he was going to tell them his full address and postcode. Luckily for him the other girl said, “The north pole silly!”

Santa looked a bit non plussed and spluttered, “Yeah…..High five!”

I noticed the hint of a faded snakes head tattoo on his right arm, maybe Santa had time to get inked back in his younger days, I don’t know but it’s the first time I’ve seen a Father Christmas with Love and Hate tattooed on his knuckles…..

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