It was time to bolt-up his non-standard abode,
In its flood-plane location, and long-winding road.
Close all of the windows, lock all of the doors,
All preventative measures taken, for ol' Mister Claus.
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'Twas the night before Christmas and in the North Pole,
Father Christmas was stressing about presents and coal.
The elves in the factory, were busy loading the sleigh,
and preparing the reindeer, destination: UK.
It was time to bolt-up his non-standard abode,
In its flood-plane location, and long-winding road.
Close all of the windows, lock all of the doors,
All preventative measures taken, for ol' Mister Claus.
Now onto the elves he has two-hundred strong,
Who work in his factory, all year long.
With pensions and holidays, they cost quite a bit,
Any mistakes elves make will cost ol' St. Nick.
The factory itself, with all of its stock,
Needs cover as well, all round the clock.
In case of a flood, a theft or a fire,
But enough about that, we're down to the wire.
It's the night before Christmas, didn't you know?
The sleigh's fully packed, it's all systems go.
Here come the reindeer, let's hope none are sick,
Not having all eight, would be hard for Saint Nick.
A man of his age, needs lots of endurance,
Just as well he was covered, with travel insurance.
Diving down chimneys, flying through the sky,
Quite daredevil antics, for quite an old guy.
So we're up, up and away,
In the world-famous sleigh,
Bursting full at the seams,
With toys of children's dreams.
If the toys were to break, or topple down below,
Christmas would be a disaster, without this special cargo.
It's time to deliver the games and the toys,
To all of the good little girls and boys.
They've left a mince pie, hopefully milk over brandy,
To be drunk on the job just wouldn't be handy.
Father Christmas suffers from oopsy-daisies and spills,
Just as well he's got insurance, to cover the bills.
If he didn't have cover, the damage would come out of his salary,
Look - another mince pie! (Someone think of the calories).
With the presents delivered, and Father Christmas about to bail,
It was time for the finale of this yuletide tale.
A ring of the bells and a loud "Ho Ho Ho",
"On Dancer, on Prancer, on Rudolph - let's go!"
A year's preparation, for one night of the year,
Was all worth it to spread lots of Christmas cheer.
It's lucky the big man has the insurance he needs,
To reward boys and girls, for all their good deeds.
So as he whistled a tune, and he drove out of sight,
You could hear him exclaim,
"Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!"
How much would it cost to insure Father Christmas?
We've seen all the cover Father Christmas requires - come rain, shine or frost he needs cover for the lot.
Towergate built all his policies, but can you guess what they cost?
You guessed
£27,143,554.20
Now, we know there is only one Father Christmas, but if you're a business owner, landlord or non-standard property owner please contact us with your requirements.
Specialist and niche are our thing and even flying sleighs and magic elves warrant cover,
for we wouldn't want any Christmas bother. So if you’re reading this Father Christmas, give us a call.
Wishing You A Very Merry Christmas From Towergate