My friend Abbie and her mum won a prize to visit Father Christmas in Lapland, and they invited me to come too! We had to get up very early to go to the airport, and it took three hours to fly to Lapland. When we stepped out of the plane the first thing we noticed was how incredibly cold it was! Abbie and her mum were given special red suits to keep them warm, but there wasn’t one small enough for me so I just had to rub my paws together and shiver a lot.
We travelled towards Father Christmas’ house on a sleigh pulled by one of his reindeer! It was dark because in the winter it’s always dark near the North Pole even in the day. But it was beautiful because there was bright white sparkly snow everywhere.
We found an igloo which we thought Father Christmas might live in, but when we crawled inside to have a look he wasn’t there.
Then a fairy appeared and pointed to Father Christmas’ house just beyond the igloo! She was called Fairy Bowbells and she said that Father Christmas was expecting us! We followed her inside into the warm and I dried my fur for a bit in front of the fire.
An elf took us through to Father Christmas’ room, and there he was! His coat was bright red and his beard was long and white and curly, just like I’d always imagined. He was holding some pieces of paper and we realised they were the letters Abbie and I had written to him! We both went quite shy and didn’t know what to say for a bit, but Father Christmas was very kind and said we didn’t need to be shy.
He said he was so pleased that we had come to see him, as when he saw us again on Christmas Eve we’d be fast asleep and he wouldn’t want to wake us. He wanted to check what we’d written in the letters – Abbie had asked for a Lego set and I had asked for a big spotty bone. We both nodded that that was definitely what we wanted, and then Abbie whispered in his ear that we’d leave a special treat out for him and his reindeer, and he seemed very pleased!
It was soon time to fly home so we had to say goodbye to Father Christmas and go out into the freezing cold again. We found sleds and slid all the way back on them! When we were climbing into the plane I turned round and could see the lights of Father Christmas’ house twinkling in the distance. I fell asleep on the flight home thinking that it’s not long now till he’ll be piling all his presents up in his sleigh ready for Christmas Eve!
With sleighbells and spots
Dottie
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