Meeting The Man...

To cheer Wilson up after his very disappointing sledging experience, I took him to see Father Xmas in his Grotto at the local Garden Centre. 

W was very excited to meet him, and pleased to receive his gift which, once again, he refuses to open until Xmas Day. 

Apparently Antony was a bit overwhelmed by by being in the presence of The Man Himself, and had to be comforted.

As W left the grotto he thought the polar bears were about to mug him for his gift, but an awkward moment was averted when a Security Elf stepped in to reassure him.

I don't know why Father Xmas always sets up his grotto in Garden Centres and Department Stores -- it seems to taint him with the unethical aura of Commercialism...