For years I gave the kids little novelties and scraps of
this and that in their Christmas
stockings only to see them go straight out when we did the post
Christmas charity shop trip. It has taken me time to learn that the
enjoyment we share over a wind-up hedgehog
or (this year) a yodelling flamingo will already have peaked in the shop and
will not be increased by our bringing the item home.
However, this year our Christmas stockings are showing TWO
signs of my increasing maturity.
Firstly, this Santa has been planning to fill those stockings
with truly useful items like socks and toothbrushes. Hopefully nobody will be yearning after the yodelling
flamingo or the windscreen wiper specs.
But the second sign of my growing “maturity” is not so
good.
Where is the bag full of everybody’s
favourite toiletries? Where have I
hidden it?
It was quite large. It can’t just have disappeared.
Maybe I left it in the shop and never brought
it home?
By this time next year my family may have packed me off to a
residential home for Santas who can no longer remember where they parked their
sleigh.
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