Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Scared of Santa
One of my favourite sites at this time of the year is the Scared of Santa Photo Gallery
It proves that from a kid's point of view that fat old man, the total stranger who apparantly knows if you've been good or bad is a frightening figure! I remember sitting on his lap for the first (and last) time in some department store... he smelt really bad (deoderants failed in those days when you were wearing a thick padded red suit) and had a terrifying deep voice, I was scared to death! My mother then decided to destroy the myth and told me the whole truth about who really brought my presents. I was so happy that it was Mummy and that the horrid fat man wouldn't be invading our house. I still wondered for many years though how my mother managed to get down our chimney....
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I remember one Christmas party in Fiji where all the kids had to go in fancy dress.
I went as a gypsy, and I won the first prize in the girls' section.
Santa gave me my prize.
What did I win? A foot-long hollow, plastic, injection-moulded red toy tractor.
Poxy Santa!
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I went as a gypsy, and I won the first prize in the girls' section.
Santa gave me my prize.
What did I win? A foot-long hollow, plastic, injection-moulded red toy tractor.
Poxy Santa!
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