Father Christmas
Yesterday I was doing a job I do most years, the best job in the world; Father Christmas. The response by very young children all under 5, varies there are those that are too frightened to approach this funny old man without the help of a teacher or one of the assistants. Others that dash up snatch their present and dash back to their seat, with a mumbled thank you. The girls delighting in showing you their princess dresses or frocks with Rudolf or Santa on the front. Boys proud of their Christmas jumpers, some with pictures of dinosaurs, snowmen, Santa or super heroes. I get to laugh a heck of a lot.
Each class finishes by singing me a song, usually either Jingle Bells or When Santa got Stuck up a Chimney. However the most touching event was watching a little girl her lower legs in braces and a medicine pump (I assume that’s what it was) under her top anxious to walk over to receive her present from Santa. Her carer was helping her by holding the little girl stand, her feet were turning in, as she walked but she made it, that picture will remain with me, the look of triumph on her face. I hope it has given her Christmas the magic it has given mine.
Merry Christmas everyone, Ho Ho Ho.
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