We paid our £2.50 to see Father Christmas and queued up outside the room, then went into the inner sanctum with three other children. The Boy patiently waited his turn and then he was up. He took a small step back in awe and disbelief, then ran into the big man's arms where he was engulfed in a huge bearhug. I'll admit that I welled up with the emotion of it. This is his belief at it's peak; that was the man who will come down and deliver his presents, and he got to meet him, to hug him.