A Christmas Past
Of all the many Christmas’s past the one that sticks in my mind is the year Father Christmas
gave me a dolls pram, a beautiful maroon coach built one (we are talking the late 1950’s). As per
usual gifts were left at the end of my bed, but it was unfortunate that I woke very early, in fact
as it turned out most likely not long after FC had placed my presents and closed the door. You
can imagine I was sooo excited I got up, opened my bedroom door and then my parents
bedroom door whilst pushing this new pram into their room to announce “Look what Father
Christmas has brought me”?!! I wasn’t greeted with how wonderful or any of those kind of
comments other than “get back to bed its too early”, think it was possibly 1am! Can recall not
really sleeping much whilst waiting for the “right time”, so excited. All was well at the “proper
time” to be up and regaling my parents with what I had been given. Needless to say from then
on Father Christmas left my presents outside my bedroom door!!!
