This time of the years is full of dreams, you have your dreams of Christmas and I have mine. What we all tend to do is try and discover each others dreams and then add them to ours and after much soul searching we wrap them together and Christmas takes over. Some dreams once unwrapped are more than we expect and others are a bit of a disappointment. Christmas is also sharing those happy and disappointing times, it is what makes Christmas and I for one will have it no other way.
Shopping is something akin to a death wish at the moment. Trolleys come at you from all directions, with a frantic, panic stricken festive shopper wielding her trolley like a scud missile to get to the last tin of baked beans before they are all sold. Relax, there are plenty more in the storeroom and they do replenish the shelves, is what I want to say but, fearing for my life, I kept quiet.
Santa is on his way, be good, be nice, Dancer, Dasher, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donder, Blitzen, Rudolf and Prancer are pulling their load? If you are lucky you will hear Santa say:
'Now Dasher!
'Now Dancer!
Now Prancer and Vixen!
On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, now dash away!
Dash away, dash away all.
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