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Sunday 30 November 2014

SANTA'S MAGIC

Almost exactly two years ago, I met Santa. 



No, you didn’t read that wrong.  It was, truly, only two years ago. 

Let me set the scene.  It was a grey, gloomy, rainy Saturday – one of those days where you get the impression that it’s never going to get fully light – in late November 2012.  For reasons which I won’t trouble you with here, I was spending the day, on my own, in Stratford-upon-Avon. 

On a previous visit to Stratford, I’d come across a quirky little place called The Creaky Cauldron.  It’s situated in Henley Street, just a few doors down from one of Stratford’s more famous attractions, the Shakespeare Birthplace.  The Creaky Cauldron describes itself as “a wizarding world of wonder”, and anyone who loves the world of magic in general, and Harry Potter in particular, can happily pass an hour or two revelling in the place’s truly magical atmosphere.  I remembered that on my previous visit, there had been lots of fascinating exhibits in all the rooms, and I was looking forward to seeing them again. 

But on this occasion, the place had been redecorated for Christmas.  The magical themes were still there, but the exhibits were now geared much more towards the Festive Season.  Including, according to the poster outside, Santa in his grotto.

Oh well, I thought, I won’t need to bother with that part of it.

How wrong I was.  Santa, it seemed, was non-negotiable.

I’d made my way through the museum’s maze of corridors and ended up on the top floor, where a young lady in elf costume was waiting at the top of the stairs.  “Once you’ve finished looking round these rooms,” she said, “I’ll take you through to see Santa.”

“Oh, thank you,” I said, trying not to sound surprised or self-conscious.

Santa himself was a kindly-looking, very well-spoken fellow with twinkly blue eyes.  He seemed not the slightest bit fazed to find that his visitor was a solitary middle-aged woman with rain-bedraggled hair and mud-splattered jeans.  (He did not, to my relief, invite me to sit on his knee.)  After we’d said “Good morning,” he asked me what I would like for Christmas.

I opened my mouth to reply.  What came out was: “I’d like to get my novel published.”

Without batting an eyelid, he answered, “What sort of novel is it?”

I told him a little about it – that it was based on Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet, but that in my version the story had a rather happier outcome.

“That sounds fascinating,” he said.  “Now – have you got a proofreader?  And an editor?  And have you been in contact with a publisher?”

My goodness, I thought.  I expect he gets a lot of weird requests – but what a professional-sounding answer.  Aloud  I said, “I’ve made some enquiries about that.”

“That’s good,” he said.  “It sounds as though you’re going about it the right way.  I wish you the very best of luck.  And a very merry Christmas.”

That was in 2012, and publication still seemed as far away as ever.  But less than a year later I signed a contract with a wonderful publisher , and in early 2014 my Romeo & Juliet novel, entitled The Ghostly Father, was released.  My second novel, a romantic intrigue entitled Nice Girls Don’t, was to follow a few months later.

Did Santa really work a little magic for me, back on that rainy Saturday two years ago, a mere few yards from Shakespeare’s birthplace?  

I’d certainly like to think so.


10 comments:

  1. Well of COURSE he did and I for one am very glad he did. Can we go together next time - that place sounds wonderful!

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  2. Ooh, you name dropper. Santa and Shakespeare in the same paragraph! It just goes to show that Father Christmas can tell a good read when he bumps into one!

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  3. Oh this is wonderful! Love magical places (and Harry Potter). As a believer, I certainly think some Christmas magic was involved. xx

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  4. He certainly did work some magic! Not that you needed it, of course. But it's nice to have a helping hand. Pity you didn't get to sit on his knee, though.

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  5. Ahh, see! Santa's right! Excellent advice. Good man! :-)

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  6. ...of course he did!!! :) mwaaah ...

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  7. At the risk of sounding weird, I send out a lot of pleas for help and so far they've all been answered. Well, except the one where I asked for Colin Farrell. But I'm still breathing so there's time yet. I'd say a big fat yes to that, Sue. The man certainly knew what he was talking about! A lovely, heartwarming wee story for Christmas - thanks, you've brightened up my day! xx

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  8. OOoooh - now where can I find my Santa so he can help me write my next book.....!

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  9. Well now, the question has to be - did you get Santa's number as well? ;-) Sometimes Santa's gifts don't arrive immediately but you did get your wish!

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