I don't know whether we've had a thread on this topic before.
Have any of you actually been Father Christmas? I mean a real one, engaged professionally?
I feel the urge to describe the one who (until last year) did the kiddie's open day at my workplace. In his day job a hefty, brawny warehouseman, mid-40s, tattoos all up his arms, earrings and other piercings everywhere, pony-tail down to his waist, straggly brown beard adorning the front of his T-shirt, jeans that could stand up on their own. You know the type. How he managed to transmogrify into the cuddly white-bearded granddad-figure the kids all adore, I'll never know, but manage it he did, I saw the transformation! And I understand he was a hit with the children.
Have any of you actually been Father Christmas? I mean a real one, engaged professionally?
I feel the urge to describe the one who (until last year) did the kiddie's open day at my workplace. In his day job a hefty, brawny warehouseman, mid-40s, tattoos all up his arms, earrings and other piercings everywhere, pony-tail down to his waist, straggly brown beard adorning the front of his T-shirt, jeans that could stand up on their own. You know the type. How he managed to transmogrify into the cuddly white-bearded granddad-figure the kids all adore, I'll never know, but manage it he did, I saw the transformation! And I understand he was a hit with the children.