The queue to see Santa at the small shopping outlet was far too long but my eight year old niece, Willow, had really wanted to see him. So, after we had eaten lunch and done some Christmas shopping, we had joined the hour wait behind the red ropes.
‘Haven’t you seen Santa four times already?’ I asked her.
Willow give me a hard stare, her arms folded across her chest and replied, ‘yes, but I’m on a mission.’
I couldn’t help but smile. She was trying to look serious but it didn’t work with the cuteness of the grandma made knitted rainbow bobble hat and bright pink puff coat with unicorns on it.
‘What kind of mission?’ I asked.
‘To prove he’s real,’ Willow said in a low voice.
I lent down to hear her better as she explained, ‘kids in my class say he’s not real and it’s their parents who buy all the presents. I though want to prove he’s real and I can only do that by talking to as many ‘Santas’ as possible.’
I nodded then said, ‘but you know all the Santas are like the real Santa’s relatives, right? The real Santa is far too busy right now.’
Willow pressed her lips together and puffed out her cheeks, ‘I know.’
The queue moved a little and a mother ahead of us stopped a passing male elf to ask how long it would be.
‘It won’t be much longer now!’ the elf cheerily replied, ‘and have you been good children this year?’
I turned to Willow who was watching intently. The elf was too tall and it looked like the green trousers, jacket and hat were far too small for him. He was clean shaven and he had short blond hair. He was wearing fake pointy ear tips, there was a bell on the end of of his hat and also atop each of his green pointy shoes. He had red blush circles on his cheeks too and though it was hard to tell his age, he couldn’t have been more then twenty-six – close to my own age. Actually, if wasn’t dressed like he was I would have found him attractive!
He walked down the line, chatting to adults and kids then he reached us.
‘I think my auntie likes you!’ Willow spoke out.
‘Oi!’ I snapped and give her pink fluffy lined hood a tug.
Willow giggled and beamed at me as I felt my cheeks go red.
‘This is your aunt? Why I thought you were sisters!’ the elf said cheekily.
‘Are you a real elf?’ Willow asked.
‘Of course I am! Fresh from the North Pole! Only the best elves get to travel with Santa.’
‘How much longer is it going to be?’ I asked.
‘No,’ I cut him off, ‘the real time. We have a bus to catch.’
Willow look at me in shock but I tugged her hood again to stop her from speaking.
‘Oh….erm….an hour or so. He’s really popular today! I’m sure you could catch another bus….’ the elf trailed with a wide grin, ‘he’s worth the wait!’ he winked at Willow then walked off.
‘Meanie!’ Willow snarled, ‘I’m not leaving till I see him!’
She crossed her arms and turned away from me, nose in the air.
I signed and looked around. The shopping outlet shone and glittered with lights and sparkly decorations. Christmas music was playing in the background but the noise of people made it hard to only make out a few louder notes. The window displays of the near by shops were trying their hardest to compete with one another and also draw customers into spend lots of money. With it being the third Saturday to Christmas, a lot of people were doing just that.
Looking back at the Santa’s Grotto which was shaped like a large igloo covered in glitter surrounded by presents and models of penguins, bears and reindeer, I just couldn’t bring myself to drag Willow out of the queue and leave. So, we waited an hour and twenty minutes watching the shoppers and the elves until we were next.
There were two female elves at the front, one was taking money and the other photographs. They looked like twins with their green costumes, blonde hair, blue eyes and too much make up.
‘It’s five pounds to see Santa and another five if you want your photo taken with him,’ the first elf explained.
I glanced at Willow and she responded, ‘just Santa, please.’
‘Are you sure, sweetie?’ the second elf asked, swaying the large camera around her neck.
‘Yes,’ Willow and I said together.
I handed over the note from my purse and lead Willow up the cotton wool pathway. The family that had been before us came out and we went in.
To Be Continued….