SANTA’S BLOG: Tales of The North Pole...

Tales from the North Pole - Santa's Blog
Tales from the North Pole - Santa's Blog
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HO ho ho and a Merry Christmas to all the lovely children of South Yorkshire!

Now, some of you may know me as Father Christmas, or maybe I’m Saint Nicholas in your house? Well boys and girls, you can simply call me ‘Santa.’

I live in a wonderful place that you’ll never manage to find on any map because it’s hidden in a magical realm deep inside The North Pole. Have you heard of The North Pole? It’s been my home for thousands of years and I live there with my lovely wife, Mrs Claus, my friends the Elves and my faithful team of reindeers. We also have two snow dogs called Jess and Clyde and a pet hamster called Dinkus. We absolutely love it there, and what’s not to love? It snows every single day, our reindeers can fly with a twitch of their noses and we are start every morning off with a delicious mug of hot chocolate - with three marshmallows! Always with three marshmallows.

Now some of your mums and dads may not have even started thinking about Christmas yet, but here in the North Pole, our planning starts quite a bit earlier. After a couple of months off, where we have lots of snowball fights and read books infront of a roaring fire, we get down to work about March time and spend ten whole months making all the toys and gifts I will need to fill my magical sleigh on Christmas Eve. December is always the most eventful month by far in Santa’s workshop, you wouldn’t believe some of the stories I could tell you! Well, I’ve decided that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

I know how much people love to get a behind-the-scenes sneak peek, so this year I’m going to keep in touch with you all and let you know how we’re all getting on here at The North Pole as we count down to Christmas Day. Mrs Claus and the Elves might have a story or two to tell too.

There’s bound to be plenty of excitement - and probably an occasional disaster - but that’s just what makes my job so very interesting. Besides, a pinch of magical reindeer dust and a wiggle of my nose is usually enough to put things right again.

My lovely friends at The Star are going to print all my stories for you so stay tuned, won’t you?

Until next time my wee ones, be good.

I’ll see you all in 17 sleeps...

Love, Santa