Last night, as there was no “X Factor” and we don’t do “Strictly”, it was seemed like a most opportune moment to break open the festive Celebrations and write our letter to Santa …….. before Nigel spontaneously combusted!
I was the designated scribe and I immediately felt as if the burden of responsibility had fallen robustly on my shoulders, it was up to me to get the phraseology exactly right, so there was no chance that Santa could in anyway misconstrue what we were (politely) asking for!!!!…….. asking for a bubble gum machine just like the ones he had seen in the shops on his way back home from work ……
Darrell was next, asking for an en trend and de rigueur t-shirt to wear on his next trip to London, or when he saw Hugh his best friend and mentor who lives the showbiz life in Notting Hill next.
When the letter was finally finished and we had all signed it at the bottom, we double all checked it, there were admittedly a few “typos”, but I was nervous …… however, there weren’t enough to warrant my writing it all over again and we all thought it was clear and concise enough for Santa to get the gist!
All that was left to be done now was to send it up the chimney ….. to reach Santa with all good speed. Darrell had checked the wind conditions and speed with a licked finger and said that they were almost perfect for its safe passage.