The Elves Are Waving

It’s coming, the tinsel train with its seasonal non-tax declaring elves. Of course they wave to us merrily, of course we smile push kids in front of us as they seek Santa. Not far now the North Pole is at the back of the store where Saint Nicholas keeps his secret stash of whisky and weed. We want to believe this is really happening and that this magical moment will live in a child’s-mind forever, but no, the kids just want to grab something then run along more glittering tracks, tickets held tight in small fists on to the next promotional grotto and another photographed event.