There are some moments in life that the wee man will probably never forget. Today was donkey and Santa day and it produced mixed success for The Chancellor and the wee man. It was all a bit too much at the start of proceedings for the wee man and he wasn't too sure what to make of the donkey cart ride. This may have been because they were masquerading as reindeers or the brightly covered cart who knows. But according to The Chancellor he warmed pretty quickly to the experience and even began dancing to Christmas music as he rode round and around. I won't tell you who was singing the Christmas song as it's embarrassing but endearing enough.
So the donkey cart ride culminated in a visit to see Santa. This didn't go down as well as the donkeys did. In fact he didn't like Santa at all. He wasn't best to start with being led into a dark cave and on meeting the big bearded man his face dropped, bottom lip trembled and he began to sob softly. The wee man might well have also been annoyed that Santa couldn't remember his name. Did Santa confuse him with a nice child? So The Chancellor kept having to correct our bearded friend, who probably wasn't listening, much to the mirth of his elvish assistants. In the end to soften the blow the wee man returned with a toy duck which he can marinate in wine for a few hours and then serve with oven roasted potatoes and string beans.
I'm not sure if we will be taking him next year and maybe it's just better if we just tell our son that Santa doesn't exist from an early age. Is that too mean?
Having seen the pictures it looked like loads of fun but not enough fun to lure me from my two hours of alone time. This precious time was very nice but in truth I wasn't sure what to do with myself. So I just ate toast and watched the build up to today's football games, in fairness is there anything better I could have done?
jpr
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