Wishing You a Merry Christmas, Rich in Things That Money Can't Buy

Western Mail › December 23, 2005

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I can't remember believing in Father Christmas. I do remember thinking that if I admitted not believing, my stocking might stay empty, so I'd better go along with it. But grown-ups are always smarter than you think - they saw through my attempts to deceive as easily as I'd seen through theirs.

One little boy was more outspoken, and told the Sunday school teacher: 'Miss, I don't believe in the Devil any more. I think it's only like Santa Claus. It's really your father.' Since then my Christmases have usually been merry without being supernatural.

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Wishing You a Merry Christmas, Rich in Things That Money Can't Buy

I had one weird experience this year though. There was a ring at the bell, I opened the door and there were fo...

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