That scary bearded man. . .

Mummy took me to another Christmas party yesterday. For the most part, it was really, really fun. There were so many toys to play with, loads of my friends were there, Mummy must have been in a good mood as she let me have biscuits, and was left to roam as much as I pleased.

Mummy explained that if I was a good girl I'd be allowed to meet Santa. I've heard quite a lot about Santa recently. I thought he sounded nice enough, if a little odd. (Why rush around trying to visit every single house in the world in one night? It must be so stressful! Has he never heard of parcelforce?)

Anyway.

Mummy said that Santa was a very friendly man, who always wore a red suit and had a long white beard. He would have a present for me, she said, if I'd been a very good girl.

So I stuck to my part of the bargain. I was a REALLY good girl for the whole party. I shared when Mummy told me to, and even when she didn't. I didn't make a fuss when a fellow small stole the In The Night Garden ball that I'd been waiting patiently to play with ever since we arrived. I excelled myself! This Santa malarky had better be worth it, I thought.

Suddenly it was time! Mummy scooped me up and rushed me over. My number was called and we were ushered into a dark little tent-type thing. And I was sat down. And I looked round. And I saw THE SCARIEST LOOKING THING I've ever seen in my life! I presume there was a Big under there somewhere, but I couldn't tell because he was hiding behind this white hair all over his face. It was even longer than Mummy's, but wasn't snuggly like hers. I decided the best course of action was to try and escape, but Mummy held me close and said it was ok. What was ok about this situation?! He handed me a present but I didn't want to open it for fear it would contain more of that horrible face hair and that I'd never be able to escape it. (What it actually contained was a really good book, but this is besides the point, I didn't know this at the time.)

Alarmingly, Mummy didn't seem disturbed in the slightest about this whole experience and instead decided to tell me on the way home that Santa would be coming to our house on Christmas Eve because I'd been a really good girl this year. SANTA coming to OUR HOUSE! Like, actually coming INSIDE while I'm SLEEPING!! What is Mummy thinking?! Is this what I get for being good all year?!

I'd be kicking up more of a fuss about this, except that Mummy says he's going to bring me loads of presents. Terrifying as he is, I'm not one to reject presents. I'm going to try and be as brave as I possibly can. I'm thinking about forgiving him if he brings me Waybuloo.