Is Father Christmas real?

Of course Santa is real, however what puzzles me is how he can afford to give all his presents away in such a dreary economic climate.

He has an army of elves and fairies who work for minimum wages ian

lol

I thought it was all done by magic in the elves workshop.

Why should he only have elves? Is this a closed shop?

Of course Santa is real. when my sons were small they asked Santa if they could have Daddy home for Christmas. He looked at me and I shook my head.( Daddy was away in the army) Santa gently told the boys that he would do his best but couldn't promise. On Christmas Eve DH arrived on the doorstep unexpectedly.
I have believed ever since.

Ooh NanaNel that makes me go all funny

Told you he was real

No, not a closed shop jeni anyone who wants seasonal work, is willing to go to the North Pole to live and is under 60 cm tall can apply. Oh. You have to agree to wear the uniform too.

Oh! That let's me out I'm too tall!

I'm not sure I like the tone of the 'From our Forums' reference to this thread. How long is it 'normal' to believe, indeed!

Santa is most certainly real. As a powerful concept if nothing else.

My six year old GS seems pretty convinced still, but I suspect he will play along for many years for fear of losing the presents

Last week I was acting as a Matron for our local amateur op and dram society who were performing 'Carousel'. The eldest of the children aged 12 commented when they were all discussing Christmas that there was no Father Christmas - the other girls aged between 6 and 9 years all looked horrified and told her she would get no presents. One of them was so concerned at the prospect of Rebecca getting nothing that she told her that she would have to say sorry and hope Father Christmas heard her.

On Sunday evening we were returning home when we saw a red light flashing in the sky. I have no doubt it was Rudolph (his nose is such a give away) and the other reindeers practising. After all you can't expect them to pull the sleigh all around the world in one night without some build up.

Three years ago, we were driving into London for our annual Boxing Day walk around Hyde Park and a visit to its funfair. On the opposite carriageway was spied Santa, having finished his rounds, driving a Ford Focus. He gave us a cheerful wave and went on his way. I hadn't realised that Santa was Indian.

Oh anno that made me laugh!