Santa

You know what they say, Christmas stuff hits you earlier each year. It's true. 20 November and we had our kids' Christmas party. You won't hear me complain. In fact, I say bring Christmas earlier yet. January would be good, for example.

We had barely arrived that it got going already. I wasn't sure about the hat at first. They told me it was actually a helmet. That means action. That makes it ok for me, then.

Next thing I know, I was saddling a majestic horse. An Australian thoroughbred. A stallion of epic proportions. In one word: a destrier.

The proud beast (Ruby is her fierce name), subjected to my natural authority - and that of my good lady page, and mum's a bit too.

I concluded that horses are great every once in a while but I wouldn't have one. Smelly, for one thing. And not very fast. Nor comfy. So long, Ruby.

I then met that bearded man in funny dress (it was 30 degrees today). Santa's his name. Smelly chap, not very fast handing out presents nor very comfy. A bit like Ruby, really.

I got an awesome pressie. Can you guess what it was? Here are a few hints: Swiss design, orange, faster than a horse.


Yup, that's it. A scooter. Bloody good one, too! I'm outta here.




PS: Ella can't be bothered with presents. She got a bottle of milk and was happy. Bless her.