There was always a very exciting Saturday in late November or early December when I was a little girl. That was the day Santa arrived in town.
I was brought up in Scunthorpe and the big retailer in our town was Scunthorpe Co-operative Society. You could get anything from the Co-op. My school uniform, and shoes, Mother's knitting wool and most of our kitchen equipment was from one of their stores. The High Street had several Co-op shops including a pharmacy, a jeweller and a department store. My sister's first "Saturday" job was selling ties in that department store.
I digress. Back to Father Christmas.
Santa had his grotto in the Co-op departmental store but he had to arrive with ceremony so on the first Saturday in December a very special passenger arrived at Scunthorpe railway station. He then had to travel to the shop in style but style in Scunny came on a co-op lorry. It was always decorated and I can remember the day that Santa arrived in a space ship (see photo) but in other years he arrived in a train, an outsized cracker or even on a sleigh, always based on a Co-op lorry.
Every child in the town would be taken to see his arrival and he would be greeted with great cheers as he made his way up the High Street and most of us knew that some time before Christmas we would be taken to see the great man. I'll tell you about one of my visits another time.
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