Little M: *sings* Then one fluffy Christmas Eve, Santa came to say…
Big M: Mummy, I don’t think you always see the real Father Christmas.
Me: *gulp* really?
Big M: No. He must have made copies of himself to send all over the world to see all the children. He couldn’t be everywhere. So he made lots of copies of himself. The other ones are all just a little bit different so if you look really carefully you can tell which is the real one.
Me: *relieved sigh* You know? I think you might be right.