AS the sky turned pink between the snowy trees, our sleigh crunched the icy ground and my five-year-old babbled excitedly.
We were blasting through a Lapland forest on a snowmobile-driven sledge as the sun rose, in search of Santa Claus.
SuppliedIt felt as if we had been living in a festive bubble for four days during our trip to Lapland[/caption] SuppliedFather Christmas was the real deal with a Lappish accent[/caption] We were blessed with Figgy Pudding, a 228-year-old elf...