A flotilla approaches Poole Quay. It's lead by two lifeboats. They are draped with tinsel. This is no RNLI rescue "shout."
A crowd gathers on the quayside. A stout, white whiskered man, dressed in scarlet, steps ashore. A cry goes up from the crowd: "Santa has landed in Poole."
Up by The Fishermen's Dock, Santa's Helpers prepare to meet him. This is no chance landing. It has been planned in advance.
Santa steps ashore to meet the crowd. Young hands stretch out to touch his magic robes; make Christmas wishes. Santa smiles and guffaws throatily and shakes hands.
Meanwhile, the Helpers harness reindeer to a waiting sleigh. This is definitely a carefully choreographed visit. But why would Santa visit Poole at his busiest time of the year? Shouldn't he be making for his grotto at the North Pole?
Santa climbs aboard his sleigh and waves to the crowd.
An elf takes up the reins, and calls to the reindeer, in a strange tongue. The sleigh moves off with a jangling of festive bells.
The Dolphin Marching Band escort the sleigh, as it sets off north. Bound where I wonder?
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Location:Santa's Grotto, North Poole
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