There once was a time that on Christmas eve that I’d be crawling round the pubs getting the worse for wear. Older and a maybe a little wiser; I’ve just committed a major fraud - I’ve downed the sherry, nibbled at the carrot and filled my daughters stockings with presents - Santa exists. Honest.
And now [...]
December 24, 2007
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