Father Christmas

  • Back to the ‘70s…

    ByJohn May

    A friend posted on my Facebook timeline the other day, “First you believe in Father Christmas; then you are Father Christmas; then you look like Father Christmas.” I am currently entering that third phase, even if I’m not as hirsute as the big man himself. But I am certainly getting older. I know this because…

  • Christmas Eve, 1970.

    ByJohn May

    I last saw the real Father Christmas when I was six years old. It was very late at night on Christmas Eve, or possibly very early on Christmas morning. I was asleep in the bunk bed that I shared with my little brother in our house in Sussex Street, Pimlico, London. Getting to sleep had…