I’m not sure what the etiquette around meeting Father Christmas is nowadays.
I’m sure sitting on his knee isn’t really the done thing.
A sloppy, dribbly kiss is a bit forward for someone you only meet when he appears in public once a year. And a handshake seems a bit formal.
So William went for something a bit more original – a high five.
I think Santa was a bit taken aback by this little hand waving frantically in his face.
But, nonetheless, the big bearded man didn’t keep him hanging.
Christmas at our household feels even more magical this year.
Even though William was born just before Christmas last year, we’d already done all the festive treats with his sisters, Sophia and Gracie, before his arrival.
So I was ridiculously excited for his first trip to see Father Christmas.
It’s strange really how you teach your children to beware of strangers – but then actively encourage them to not only write a letter to St Nicholas, but meet him and hope that he’ll creep around your house leaving a pile of presents.
Nevertheless, the build-up to Christmas Day wouldn’t be the same without an overpriced grotto, excitable elves and a look-a-like Santa whose beard is half falling off.
To be fair though, our trip to Farmer Ted’s winter wonderland in Ormskirk was really magical – with reindeer, fake snow, huge Christmas trees, a juggling elf and even a tractor ride to Santa’s grotto.
The kids were tested by a behaviour-meter in the elves’ workshop and after being rated ‘good’ (that’s debatable sometimes!), a door was flung open where a rather smiley Santa was waiting by a fireplace.
Not sure what to make of this white bearded man, William did his usual staring competition before reaching out for a high five, just before we left.
That’s a boy – act all cool in front of the man of the moment.
Let’s just hope he can keep off the naughty list for the next week!