I've loved reading all these tales of innocent youth.......how exciting Christmas Eve was!
For us , early 70s, in Italy, Father Christmas wasn't really a thing - presents were brought by La Befana, a witch-like lady who followed the 3 Kings on their journey to Bethleham, arriving at Epiphany (6th Jan).(as an aside, Schools re-started on the 7th - bit brutal, that?)
Anyway, ds then started an English kindergarten = enter Father Christmas!
But it all turned out well.
Seems that ds was last on Santa's list, so, without a stocking to leave, Santa took off one of his wellies,filled it with gifts, and left it outside our appt.door. Neat trick!
Amazing how many little gifts you can stuff inside a spray painted size6 wellie
Boxing Night, we had to return the wellie to Santa, left it outside our appt door of the penthouse flat, with ds bellowing down the stairwell "THANK YOU FATHER CHRISTMAS!"
That Wellie Boot is a treasured addition to our Christmas tree decorations,invokes so many memories
Thanks for letting me share.
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Scottish island ferries debacle. 🏴