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My Christmas Memory
My first memory of Christmas was when I was six or seven. We lived in
the flats in Fassaroe. I lived in the bottom floor flat.
I was playing with my friend. He said to me, “How does a big man in a red
suit get down a chimney with a big bag of toys?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
Then he said, “How does he get into the flats? We don’t have a chimney.”
I was about to say it must be magic when I saw three men and four
horses coming down the path at the back of the flats. We had horses at
the back of the flats at the time.
Later on that day I was watching TV when I remembered what my friend
had said.
I thought to myself, “I will have to keep one of the windows open so
Santa can get in.”
After tea I opened the window in the living room and went to bed.
At about ten o’clock there was a scream and a lot of noise.
I jumped up and ran to the living room where I saw my Ma lying on top of
the Christmas tree.
She had seen the curtains blowing and went to close the window.
When she pulled back the curtains, one of the horses had his head in the
window and when she saw it she jumped back and
fell on the tree. I fell around the place laughing.
GS