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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