So Mr Grigg went into Bournemouth, to take Christmas cards and presents to his colleagues.
As you know by now, he is not one to do anything by halves. He still had his Santa outfit from when he was called upon to perform a special duty at the school fair a week or so ago. So he pulled into a layby to get changed. Pity the poor driver who got an eye full of Mr Grigg’s bottom as he struggled to get into the trousers.
Once the transformation was complete, he pulled out into the traffic. There were open mouths from other drivers as they drew up parallel with Mr Grigg’s Freeloader at the traffic lights. There were double takes as pedestrians walked out on to the zebra crossing.
There were honks of car horns and, best of all, looks of amazement from a school playground as word spread that Father Christmas was in a Landrover in the line of traffic outside. So the children waved and Mr Grigg waved back.
He stopped off at the florists to pick up an ordered bouquet.
‘Your name?’ the lady behind the counter said.
‘Santa?’ Mr Grigg replied.
Outside, clutching the flowers and with a sack over his shoulder, he walked up to the Landrover and just got right in, much to the amazement of passers-by on the pavement.
That’s about it.
Love Maddie x
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Some children will be telling the tale for anyone who'll listen - about how they saw the REAL Santa coming out of a shop.
Mr Grigg must have been a sight, and what a great surprise for all the kids who saw him. I mentioned your site on Monday. I am not big on awards, but did not want to pass up opportunities to spotlight for a moment, folks that I love to read. Merry Christmas!
I know that you've had a bit of a time of it lately so why not relax a bit? Nip along to The Hollywood Bowl in Taunton on Saturday and do a bit of bowling with a gang of friends and family. You know it makes sense!
Pondside, yes, what a tale to tell, eh?
BC - many thanks, I will pop across and take a copy.
RB - have you been hacking my phone?
No, but it's a good trick isn't it? Promise nothing even underhand, yet alone illegal.
Again, a lovely, lovely post. I love the humor. You have such a way of telling a story.
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