meeting Father Christmas...

Today in this glorious sunshine, we visited the man in Red to give him our Christmas wishes.
Tyntesfield Estate never looked more wonderful, traditional & magical.
We waited in the small courtyard below the estates chapel, the sunlight glinting off the stained glass windows.
Once inside we were shown the toy packing room, and the feeding area for the reindeer's.  Rudolf had a carrot, a brussel sprout and 6 cherry tomatoes to keep nose rosy red.
After this we carried on through into the kitchen and met Mrs Christmas. The boys helped her to stir her Christmas pudding and we all got to smell the spicy mulled wine.

Rufus whispered to me 'Mummy, where is the baby?'
I asked 'What baby?'
He replied 'Baby Jesus'
Then he realised... 'Oh, baby Jesus and Father Christmas aren't the same thing!'.
He is so sweet.

Finally after much anticipation we went through into the main hall of Tyntesfield to meet Father Christmas.  The Great Hall has a grand staircase, with a large carved stone fireplace, with old oil paintings covering the walls.  A dramatic home to meet Santa.
Charlie never one to be shy, spoke on behalf of both boys. And typically he told Santa that he wanted something he hasn't even mentioned to us before - HexBugs ???
Father Christmas knew exactly what they were and they had a chat about the tracks and how they vibrate. (I hope he brings him one, or I will have to dash out and get one!).
Afterwards we wandered through the estate, to the play area, boys playing with their juggling balls and wooden flute.
I love the National Trust, such a magical way to meet the man in Red.
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