Inside a snowbound yurt, deep inside a forest 250km north of the Arctic Circle, my six-year-old is giggling as an Elf (yes, an Elf) called Poco holds her upside down and plays her like a guitar. This is not surprising. Thus far on our three hour Searching for Santa adventure at the Northern Lights Village in Lapland’s Saariselkä, he’s also attempted to drive a skidoo backwards and, as we paused by the fire on the brink of finding Santa, done a magic trick that has my seven-year-old pooping red reindeer noses.
I don’t know what Poco - “Loco!”, he adds helpfully, in case it’s unclear that sanity is not his strong suit - is being paid, but whatever it is, it’s not enough for the delight he’s creating.
