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Scared Of Santa

When I was a kid, the only Santa worth going to see was Switzer’s Santa on Grafton Street. My parent’s and I would stand in line with hundred’s of other families in the freezing cold and the line would stretch around the building for what seemed like miles. Back then the windows of the shop would be full of wonderful mechanical scenes of elves in their workshops busily nailing together wooden toys, singing carols and feeding the reindeer. Nowadays Switzers is no more and Brown Thomas stands in it’s place. They did away with the Christmas windows in favour of glitzy mannikins wearing skimpy Santa lingerie and designer gowns. I guess there was no profit in the old Santa’s workshop ones.

Oh The Horror!

When I was a kid, the only Santa worth going to see was Switzer’s Santa on Grafton Street. My parents, my sister and I would stand in line with hundreds of other families in the freezing cold and the line would stretch around the building for what seemed like miles. Back then the windows of the shop would be full of wonderful mechanical scenes of elves in their workshops busily nailing together wooden toys, singing carols and feeding the reindeer. Nowadays Switzers is no more and Brown Thomas stands in it’s place. They did away with the Christmas windows in favour of glitzy mannikins wearing skimpy Santa lingerie and designer gowns. I guess there was no profit in the old Santa’s workshop ones.

Going to see Switzer’s Santa is one of my best Christmas memories because, of course, Switzer’s Santa was the real one. All the others were just Santa’s helpers and that, my mother assured me, is why I could see the stitching on their beards. This became my method of sorting out the real from the stand-ins and the beard on Switzer’s Santa was fluffy and white and seamless.

I don’t remember ever being scared of sitting on Santa’s knee but this webpage gave me a laugh. I can’t say I blame the kids in a lot of these photos…I bet they’ve just spotted the seams: Scared of Santa

6 replies on “Scared Of Santa”

I should probably point out that the photo is not my own (although the girl (or maybe it’s a boy) on the left does look a lot like my sister (sorry Debs)). It’s from the link at the bottom of the post.

Brings back memories. Mind you, those same elves looked very scary after a night of hard drinking in the Pav. I used to take an alternative route home, cos their eyes would follow me all the way up Grafton street!

I can strongly relate to your stories about Switzers, it was an annual trip which will be burned on my brain forever. I think the window displays were the best part of it though. Thank god, cause the queuing was ridiculous.

Some of those ‘Scared of Santa’ photos are hilarious, although I’d have to admit, I think I’d be scared of the Santa in number 7 myself :/

It’s such a pity Switzer’s is gone, I loved that window.
I was never scared of Santa, but I remember throwing a wobbler at the circus when a clown came over to talk to me as a kid. I was terrified and still find clowns slightly creepy.

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