BobClay
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I can remember, many years ago, when we lived in John Amery Drive, on Christmas Eve I had to get up for a pee (not that as a kid, having been stuffed with Santa Claus stories, you were able to sleep much.) As I stepped out onto the landing, I met my Dad creeping up the stairs with a bicycle on his shoulder !!!
I still remember his words to this day: "Santa left this downstairs by mistake ...." Not bad quick thinking on his part, but he needn't have worried, I looked at the gleaming bright red bike and I didn't care if Santa existed or not.
I was about six or seven years old, and I was happy.
I still remember his words to this day: "Santa left this downstairs by mistake ...." Not bad quick thinking on his part, but he needn't have worried, I looked at the gleaming bright red bike and I didn't care if Santa existed or not.
I was about six or seven years old, and I was happy.
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