You’re… a lady!’ said the outraged little boy. You can say what you like, you can’t fool the younger generation.
‘Yes,’ I confirmed. ‘I am a lady.’ Was it the awkward long white beard which gave me away? Or the rather unconvincing way that I said, ‘Ho! Ho! Ho!’ Between ourselves, it wasn’t exactly Brian Blessed.
‘Santa isn’t a lady,’ continued my unhappy customer. ‘Where’s Santa?’
The trouble with dressing up as Santa isn’t the costume, although it itches something rotten: more like a luxury development for
