This is me, aged around 5, getting a personal home visit from Santa! well actually.. shhhh don’t tell anyone.. it was the local butcher who stayed on our street! I think he dressed up for the Round Table or something and went around in a tractor. But the neighbourhood kids got special visits! According to my mum I was asking to see his reindeer so she had to keep me away from the door when he left so I wouldn’t realise he didn’t actually have any & was heading home!
Those were the days, when all you had to worry about was whether you’d been good or not!
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