Dec 10 2007 by Andrew Flynn, Huddersfield Daily Examiner
OUR two and a half year old grandson Lorcan has been to see Father Christmas.
In the rural area of Donegal where he lives, Santa is played annually by a local landowner who lives in a mansion. A bit like Lord Ashfordley in Heartbeat.
All the children who go to playschool are taken to see him in his seasonally decorated grand house in the midst of extensive grounds.
Lorcan was duly impressed by the large and rotund Irish Santa but afterwards had his reservations about his promised visit on Christmas Eve.
“Has he got a key?” he asked.
“No. He hasn’t got a key,” said his mum.
“How will he get in?”
“He’ll come down the chimney.”
Lorcan fixed her with a sceptical eye.
“But he’s too fat to come down the chimney,” he said.
Ah, the magic of Christmas.