In the late 40's I was always taken to Lewis's to see Father Christmas. One year though he must have felt like a change annd was at the Beehive in Albert Street. You did not have to walk upstairs go in a lift. No you went by ship. I can't remember much now but you entered a space that I thought was a lift. But it was decked out like a ship. When the gate shut behind you and the ship sailed, the sea got rough. The ship rolled and lurched. Finally the sea calmed down and we landed. The gate at the end away from the entrance opened and there he was, Father Christmas ! Magic.