The family never forgot Christmas when I was 5. The key "stocking" present was a cuckoo clock. Because Father Christmas was going to bring it, although it was set and wound up when placed on the wall it hadn't been tested.
I was good. I was very, very good. I waited until it cuckooed seven times before I burst in on my parents shouting "Happy Christmas!"
It wasn't my fault that it was only 4 am.
When I was 7, at the French school in London, I was puzzled at first by the very different way Father Christmas manifested himself in France. The conclusion I came to was that it was what I would now call a franchise; after all, it wasn't logical that one person could deal with the whole world.
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Date: 2007-12-31 10:36 pm (UTC)I was good. I was very, very good. I waited until it cuckooed seven times before I burst in on my parents shouting "Happy Christmas!"
It wasn't my fault that it was only 4 am.
When I was 7, at the French school in London, I was puzzled at first by the very different way Father Christmas manifested himself in France. The conclusion I came to was that it was what I would now call a franchise; after all, it wasn't logical that one person could deal with the whole world.