Not degradation but I dress up as the old boy on Christmas mornings and creep round the back of the house from the shed to knock on the front door as a surprise for my two small grandsons. Two years ago I was spotted by a young lad out for a walk with his dad. 'Father Christmas, it's father Christmas', he yelled and galloped down the road towards me, followed by Dad. He aske me where I was going and I explained and asked him if he liked all hie presents etc, etc. He then stepped back and said 'Father Christmas, you are the best' and then geve me a hug, as I was kneeling down to talk to him. Both me and his Dad got a bit of grit in the eye at the same time.