Ho ho ho!
Merry Christmas to all the lovely children of South Yorkshire. Some of you will know me as Father Christmas. To others I may be Kris Kringle, or Saint Nicholas. You can simply call me ‘Santa.’
I live in a place that is in no place at all, a magical realm of the North Pole where it always snows, where reindeers fly and we drink hot chocolate for breakfast every day.
The countdown to Christmas starts much earlier for us than it does for you. My elves and I spend all year making sure there’ll be enough toys and gifts to fill my magical sleigh on Christmas Eve. December is always the most eventful month in Santa’s factory and you wouldn’t believe some of the stories if I told you! Well, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
That’s right, I may be hundreds of years old, but I’m hipper than you realise. I know all about Big Brother and have even watched a few episodes of I’m A Celebrity - my elves love it!
I know people enjoy a behind-the-scenes glimpse, so this year I’m going to keep in touch and let you know how the elves, Mrs Claus and I are getting on as we count down to December 25.
There’s always plenty of excitement - and an occasional disaster too! - but a pinch of magical reindeer dust and a wiggle of my nose is usually enough to put things right.
My friends at The Star are going to print my stories for you all so, until next time my wee ones, be good.
I’ll see you all in 22 sleeps...
Love, Santa x