Christmas Day 2005
I was awakened by the sound of footsteps and the overpowering smell of mothballs. Could the Santa at the grotto in Delamere Forest have been the REAL Santa? If so, it was the bet fiver I had ever spent. I crept downstairs to take a peek.
I was joined by an excited young Brandon and we spent the next hour opening all the pressies and pulling crackers. I wasn't too impressed by the talking Yoda with over 500 phrases and animated facial expressions. I decided to hide the batteries.
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