Santa's Grotty

Me and the lads headed off to the school christmas fair today, all expectant and excited at at the idea of causing some trouble and pulling off santa's beard for a photo.
We entered the magical kingdom, passed through the elf gardens and entered the bleakest, most un christmassy, most soviet grotto I've ever been in. I've actually been in more christmassy jolly NCP car parks in March.
Next year I'm taking my own tinsel.

(To his credit Gulliver wouldn't agree to be a party to this until I agreed to pay him, so I expect it'll be me that ends up on the naughty list.)